Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 245 – Girl’s Night

About an hour later Delia and Emma pull up to the cabin, Delia shrieking and running for me as soon as the car is in park. I throw my arms around my bestie as soon as she pounds up the stairs to the cabin, laughing as she mumbles greetings into my hair. My sister takes a more sedate approach, carrying the pizzas, though her smile is just as big.

“Come in, come in!” I say, waving everyone into the house. Alvin runs for his aunties, giving them big hugs and kisses, while Bridgette hangs back a little, shy. The three have met, of course, but not in such a casual setting. I give her a wink, knowing that she’ll like them. And if Bridgette needs anything right now, it’s certainly some girlfriends.

Emma places the pizzas down on the table, chattering happily to Alvin, while Delia takes a large bottle of wine out of her purse and sets it on the table. As she goes to open it, though, Alvin lets out a little shriek of protest.

“What,” Delia asks, looking between me and my son. “What did I do?”

I just shrug, looking to Alvin.

“I am the butler!” Alvin says, marching over to her. “That is my job!”

Delia laughs, stepping away from the bottle of wine and holding the wine opener out. “Have at it, little man,” she says, smirking. “I’ll take a butler any day of the week.”

Alvin snatches the wine opener out of her hand and climbs up on a chair, his face very haughty and confident. But, when confronted with the bottle of wine itself, his face falls a little.

“Mama?” he asks, looking up to me for help.

I hide my amusement and just shrug. “Butlers figure it out, kid,” I say, giving him a wink and herding the ladies into the living room, taking the pizza boxes as I go.

Delia resists a little as I nudge her forward. “Is he going to be able to figure that out?” she whispers, looking back at Alvin unfolding the corkscrew and looking at it with confusion. “I really want a glass…”

“He’s a genius,” I respond with a shrug. “So, maybe. Give him a chance.”

She sighs and flops down on the couch next to Emma, taking her hand. Bridgette settles into an arm chair across from us and I plop down on the floor next to the coffee table, opening the pizza and handing slices around. Everyone begins to eat and talk together, and there’s instant camaraderie.

I keep an eye on Bridgette as we chat, careful to keep the conversation away from her for the time being until she grows more comfortable. Instead, I tell all three about our time in the forest – about the magic, and meeting the wise woman, and our healing. Of course, some details I keep to myself, but it takes awhile to tell anyway.

my boy for figuring it out, and place an order for a creative desert to give him something to do. He dashes back into the kitchen, eager to

Emma says, shaking her head at me and running her finger along the edge of the

he would never be as attracted to me as he

Emma says, shaking her head and glancing at Delia. “So few people ever find their mates, let alone

it possible?” Bridgette begins, curious, and speaking her question as she

and Emma had never really confirmed to her that they were together, or, indeed, that they identify as lesbians. I c**k my head and raise my eyebrows

a big smile, “is a lesbian. And yes,

that doesn’t mean it won’t. And it doesn’t mean that we

looking at her

and shaking her head. “I mean, I loved Rafe a lot. But…nothing ever

little shrug. “Some people say they feel it. I personally did not, though…” I glance at Emma, wondering if it’s an awkward topic for her, “well, I

But when she looks back at me I give her a little smile. It’s water under the bridge for me, and I hope it is for

call, breaking the semi-awkward silence. “We need refills on this wine!” I call, though my glass is still mostly full – I’ve only taken a sip or

and I hear his little feet

a little. “What’s going on with you and

comes running in, the big bottle of wine balanced precariously between his two little hands. He pours her glass first and she mumbles her thanks to him. “Um, we broke up,” she says awkwardly. “He was…lying to me.

her eyes going wide. Delia loves a gossip, and Bridgette responds warmly to her genuine interest, telling her all of the details that I know and some extras. My eyes go wider

blinking when she’s finished. “And

“There’s enough room on the Bad Alpha boat for all of them, don’t let any of

her own horrible marriage. Bridgette is suitably horrified by what she hears, but I see a brightness in her as she listens. I think it’s actually quite good for her to hear that someone else has had a similar experience. I make a mental note to myself to build these kinds of sharing experiences into my future programs for women, because if two women I know and love had had such

carry on like this late into the night, finishing most of the pizza and the wine and polishing it all off with Alvin’s “Marshmallow Surprise,” which is just marshmallows with a twizzler stuck through

arm around my boy. “I want to get him back in his bed. He’s slept

and I kisses goodbye as they head out the door. Then, once they’ve headed out, I start to help Bridgette clean while Alvin

dishes in the sink. “Do

shocked. I stare at her for a second and then blink myself back to the present, my mind whirling.