Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 259 – Puppy Love

That night, after dinner, Victor and I tuck the boys into bed. Alvin spent our entire dinner gushing about their day studying with Miss Georgia – about everything they learned, and how great the books were, and how every single thing Georgia did was wonderful. Ian, alternately, spent the meal sullenly pushing peas around on his plate.

I had to resist my motherly urge to demand that he eat and instead let him have the time to process his feelings. Still, when I tuck him into bed I slip a granola bar from my pocket onto his bedside table. I can’t stand the thought of him waking up hungry in the middle of the night.

“Sleep tight, baby,” I murmur as I kiss Ian on the forehead. He gives me a sullen reply and turns away from me with a big sigh, pulling the blankets up over his head.

I smile and pat him on his shoulder before moving to Alvin, who is talking softly with Victor.

“Papa,” Alvin says, his eyes wide and shining with happiness. “Do you think you can get me a ring, like you got for mama?”

I grin at Alvin as I stand next to Victor, but I don’t interrupt, wanting to see what Victor thinks of all of this.

“What?” Victor asks, frowning, confused. “Why on earth do you want a ring?”

“To give to Miss Georgia,” Alvin sighs worshipfully. “I want to marry her.”

Victor barks a little laugh of surprise and humor, but I lean forward and look at Alvin seriously, not wanting to hurt his feelings. “Alvin, baby,” I say softly. “Don’t you think you’re a little young to get married?”

“No,” he replies, smiling up at me and luckily not perturbed by his father’s laugh. “When you’re in love, you’re in love.”

“You’re in love now?” Victor asks, his eyebrows high. Alvin nods eagerly. “And don’t you think,” Victor continues, “that she’s a little…old for you?”

“No,” Alvin says again, pulling his blankets up to his chin and smiling peacefully as he closes his eyes. “Love knows no age. So, if you could get me the ring, that would be great.”

purse my lips and shake my head at him, my eyes laughing instead of my mouth. I don’t want Alvin to be ashamed of his crush – he’s always been a sentimental little boy and

he murmurs, and then swiftly – before I can react – leans down to scoop me off

arms around his

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and I lay panting together in our bed, me with my face resting lightly against his sweaty stomach, him laying back against the pillows, his eyes

still filled with the heady glow that my Alpha has given me, watching him closely. As he reaches out a hand to

back to himself more completely, he opens his eyes and smiles down at me. “What was all that, before,” he asks, “with

in love,” I say, giving a

he gave when Alvin said the same thing. “That’s

intensely,” I respond calmly. “You shouldn’t

down at me, considering. “They’re really growing

my face a little grim at the fact. If it were up to me, I’d keep them at this age forever. But, also…a little part of

sighs, putting his head back against the pillows. “We’ve really got to get them

a little. “You don’t like Miss

think she’s great – in fact, I hope to offer her a job as soon as our wolf academy is open. I just…school is so much more than just an education. The boys need to socialize with kids their age – learn that they’re children, not just tiny Alphas.” He looks down at me,

school – I’m not sure they’ll ever be normal kids, being as smart as they are. But I want them to do the kid things

murmurs,

hesitating a

turns back to me, raising his eyebrow. “Do you think Ian or

know, I really don’t,” I say honestly. “But it wouldn’t be a problem for me, whoever

he says instantly, reaching out a hand to