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.

to retort, but we both turn to the stairs instead

morning, aunt Bridgette!” Ian calls,

of happiness travels through me as I see my

looking between us with a big smile. She looks around the house, a little

to the

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

and 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

at him, our little gossip. But, knowing that he already probably knows everything, I don’t

hear everything. “Victor…made me go to bed. So I

like he really forced you against your will,” Bridgette laughs, rolling

though,” I say, giving her a little smile. “I wanted to be here in case you needed

me,” Bridgette says, smiling at Ian. “I was very

says, beaming up at her. Then he turns to glare at me a little. “Knights don’t need to

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

so…complicated. I mean, I want to be with him –

“But…” I prompt, eager.

echoes, his eyes

leaning forward to give his arm a little smack. “Enough of you – this is girl talk. Take Archie outside and go break sticks or something. Boy

of the gossip, but I give him a stern look and he sighs, getting up and

but then turns back to me when my son and the dog disappear out the back door. “I just…” she continues, hesitating, putting her thoughts together. “I just

is so important, and when you break it as severely as Rafe has…” I shake my

you and Victor do?” Bridgette asks, looking up

ask, a little

betrayed him like that?” She says, blinking at

how do you know