Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 251 – Bridgette’s Choices

Ian and I are sitting at the kitchen table that morning, going through some of the books that his tutor sent for he and Alvin to explore this upcoming week.

“I hate these books,” Ian grumbles, pushing them away from him and frowning petulantly at the pile.

“What?!” I cry, genuinely surprised. “What are you talking about, kid? These books are on some of your favorite subjects.” It’s true – I’m genuinely impressed with what the tutor has come up with here. It’s not an easy task to engage two kids who are at once six years old and geniuses who have read every book in this house and what feels like most of Wikipedia.

Still, the tutor has sent a great mix – books on dinosaurs, and famous historical battles, and engineering. Honestly, I’m kind of jealous of my kids – I want to sit around learning this stuff all day.

“No.” Ian retorts, stubborn. “I hate it. I’m not going to school anymore. We don’t need it – we know everything anyway.”

“School is about more than knowing everything, kiddo,” I say quietly, stacking the books neatly so that Alvin can look through them too. I anticipate a more positive reaction from him. “You also have to learn about logic, and how to think critically about the information that you read so that you can decide how to move ethically in this world.”

“See?” Ian says, looking up at me with plaintive eyes. Then he throws his head back in agony. “That’s so borrrrrrrrrring.”

I laugh, running a hand over his hair. “Sorry kid, you have to learn.” I move over to the coffee pot, intent on my second cup of coffee. I pause as I arrive at it, wondering if…well, if I should. I decide on a half cup.

“Can’t I just go with dad all day? And do Alpha stuff? I’ll get lots of education that way!”

I turn and grimace at my son, not really feeling sorry for him but pretending I do. “Sorry kid,” I say. “You can’t be an Alpha if you aren’t well educated. It’s in the rules.”

That’s a lie, but…well, who cares.

Ian looks at me aghast but then calls my bluff, narrowing his eyes at me. “Where is this rule book,” he demands, tapping an angry finger on the table. “I want to see it.”

“Thought you didn’t like books anymore,” I tease, leaning forward and wrinkling my nose at him.

the stairs instead when we hear a creak and see a pair

morning, aunt Bridgette!” Ian

travels through me

two,” Bridgette says, looking between us with a big smile. She

her, moving again to the coffee

at the table. I can see the relief on her face, that Rafe is – at least

clearly wanting to be part of the group, runs to the counter to grab his own mug. When he comes back to the table, he pours his glass of orange juice into the mug and then holds it between his two hands, leaning in towards the table just like Bridgette and I

him, our little gossip. But, knowing that he already probably

last night,” I say eager, leaning in to hear everything. “Victor…made me go to bed. So I

against your will,” Bridgette laughs, rolling

giving her a little smile. “I wanted to be

little knights to protect me,” Bridgette

turns to glare at me a little. “Knights

eyes a little, smirking at him and turning my attention back to

mean, I want to be with him – I think…I

“But…” I prompt, eager.

echoes, his eyes likewise wide

of you – this is girl talk. Take Archie

Ian whines, wanting to be part of the gossip, but I give him a stern look and he sighs, getting up and heading for

son and the dog disappear out the back door. “I just…” she continues, hesitating, putting her thoughts together. “I just really don’t know if I’ll ever be able to

I say softly, nodding to her. “Trust is so important, and when you break it as severely as Rafe has…” I shake

asks, looking up to meet my eyes, her face

ask,

you betrayed him like that?” She says, blinking at me

do you know about that?”