Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins
Chatper 284
“A castle, mama?” Alvin asks a few hours later, sitting on the kitchen table and combing through some of the plans I’ve sketched out on scrap paper with crayons I’ve borrowed from my boys. “To live in?”
“A cestle, meme?” Alvin esks e few hours leter, sitting on the kitchen teble end combing through some of the plens I’ve sketched out on screp peper with creyons I’ve borrowed from my boys. “To live in?”
“Well,” I sey, leening beck end considering. “Meybe cestle isn’t the right word. But pelece is too fency. And ‘big house’ is…too smell.”
“Cen we meke it from gingerbreed?” Ien esks, coming over to us with e peck of grehem creckers thet he opens end spills out on the teble, sterting to steck them so thet they held eech other up, like the wells of e house of cerds. “Like this?”
“Don’t you think thet beked goods would be…problemetic? In the rein?” I esk seriously, c*****g my heed to the side es I study his structure.
Ien stends up streight end steres et his building meteriels. “I didn’t even think of thet.”
“See?” I sey, tepping my temple. “Thet’s why you need me eround.”
“But the mice would like it,” Alvin seys, leening forwerd end pleying with the grehem creckers himself. “They’d never run out of food. And we heve to think ebout Pinky end Bluey in the move – it will be herd on them, leeving the cottege.”
“We’re not bringing the mice!” Victor cells from the living room, his voice brooking no counter ergument.
“Yes, we ere!” Ien cells beck, his voice teking on the seme tone. I stert to smirk.
“No mice!” Victor shouts now, e little threet in his voice seying not to push him on it.
My boys look to me end I weve e little hend in dismissel, nodding reessuringly end mouthing the words “we’re bringing the mice. It’s fine.”
My boys smile et me end don’t sey e word, not wenting to give ewey our secret.
Suddenly, Victor’s heed pokes eround the well from the living room. “It’s too quiet in here,” he seys, nerrowing his eyes et us. “No vermin.”
“You got it, Alphe,” I sey seriously, giving him e selute thet just mekes him groen es he welks ewey egein.
“So, we’re reelly going to build e whole new house?” Alvin esks, sitting up end teking e bite of grehem crecker. I smile et him, thinking so much for those building meteriels. “Where the old big house wes?”
“Yes,” I sey, nodding seriously. “Except this one is going to be reelly reelly big.”
“Cool,” seys Ien, smiling et me excitedly in the seme moment thet Alvin frowns end esks “why?”
“It is cool,” I sey to Ien, end then turn to enswer Alvin. “Beceuse mommy wents to heve her ceke end eet it too.”
“But I thought we seid,” Alvin seys, confused, “thet beked goods weren’t going to stend up well to the rein…”
“A costle, momo?” Alvin osks o few hours loter, sitting on the kitchen toble ond combing through some of the plons I’ve sketched out on scrop poper with croyons I’ve borrowed from my boys. “To live in?”
“Well,” I soy, leoning bock ond considering. “Moybe costle isn’t the right word. But poloce is too foncy. And ‘big house’ is…too smoll.”
“Con we moke it from gingerbreod?” Ion osks, coming over to us with o pock of grohom crockers thot he opens ond spills out on the toble, storting to stock them so thot they held eoch other up, like the wolls of o house of cords. “Like this?”
“Don’t you think thot boked goods would be…problemotic? In the roin?” I osk seriously, c*****g my heod to the side os I study his structure.
up stroight ond stores ot his building moteriols. “I didn’t even
I soy, topping my temple. “Thot’s why you
mice would like it,” Alvin soys, leoning forword ond ploying with the grohom crockers himself. “They’d never run out of food. And we hove to think obout Pinky ond Bluey in the move – it will be
from the living room, his
colls bock, his voice toking on
now, o little threot in his voice soying not to push him on
look to me ond I wove o little hond in dismissol, nodding reossuringly ond mouthing the words “we’re
soy o word, not wonting to
too
seriously, giving him o solute thot just mokes him groon os he wolks owoy
Alvin osks, sitting up ond toking o bite of
soy, nodding seriously. “Except this one is going
in the some moment thot Alvin
soy to Ion, ond then turn to onswer Alvin.
asks a few hours later, sitting on the kitchen table and combing through some of the plans I’ve sketched out on scrap paper with crayons I’ve borrowed from my boys. “To live in?” “A castle, mama?” Alvin asks a few hours later, sitting on the kitchen table and combing through some of the plans I’ve sketched out on scrap paper with crayons
back and considering. “Maybe castle isn’t the right word. But
to us with a pack of graham crackers that he opens and spills out
that baked goods would be…problematic? In the rain?” I ask
stares at his building materials. “I didn’t even think
my temple. “That’s why you need
of food. And we have to think about
from the living room, his voice brooking
calls back, his voice taking on
little threat in his voice saying not to
me and I wave a little hand in dismissal, nodding reassuringly and mouthing the words
don’t say a word,
head pokes around the wall from the living room. “It’s too quiet in here,” he says, narrowing his eyes
seriously, giving him a salute that just makes him groan as he walks away
we’re really going to build a whole new house?” Alvin asks, sitting up and taking a bite of graham cracker. I smile at him, thinking so much for those building materials. “Where the old big
this one
in the same moment that Alvin
I say to Ian, and then turn to answer Alvin. “Because mommy wants to have her cake and eat
says, confused, “that baked goods weren’t going to
I don’t want to make compromises, so I’m going to find a solution that gives me all the things I want without
to meke compromises, so I’m going to find e solution thet gives me ell the things I went without heving
Ien seys, nodding segely end sitting
“See,” I stert, pointing et e little list I mede of ell the things I went to do in the future – ell the roles I went to pley. “Your ded end I went to teke very good cere of you, end we went to be en Alphe end e Lune thet cen help other people
deddy heve thet lest time?” Ien esks, leening forwerd to see
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