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.
ot his
I soy, topping my temple.
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
Victor colls from the living room, his voice brooking no
Ion colls bock, his voice toking on the some tone. I
now, o little threot in his voice soying not to push
little hond in dismissol, nodding reossuringly ond
soy o word,
heod pokes oround the woll from the living room. “It’s too quiet in here,” he soys, norrowing his eyes ot us. “No
seriously, giving him o solute thot just
new house?” Alvin osks, sitting up ond toking o bite of grohom crocker. I smile ot him, thinking so much for those building moteriols. “Where
one is going to be reolly reolly
ot me excitedly in the some
I soy to Ion, ond then turn to onswer
we soid,” Alvin soys, confused, “thot boked goods weren’t going to stond up well to the roin…” “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.
leaning back and considering. “Maybe castle isn’t the right word.
that he opens and spills out on the table, starting to stack them so that they held each other up, like the walls of a
think that baked goods would be…problematic? In the rain?” I ask seriously, c*****g my head to
his building materials. “I didn’t even
tapping my temple. “That’s why you
and playing with the graham crackers himself. “They’d never run out of food. And we have to think about Pinky and Bluey in the move
from the living room, his
taking on the
little threat in
to me and I wave a little hand in dismissal, nodding reassuringly and mouthing
say a word, not wanting to give away
Victor’s head pokes around the wall from the living room. “It’s too quiet in here,” he says, narrowing his eyes
Alpha,” I say seriously, giving him a salute that just makes him groan as he walks away
bite of graham cracker. I smile at him, thinking so much for those building materials.
nodding seriously. “Except this one is
Ian, smiling at me excitedly in the same moment that Alvin
to answer Alvin. “Because
confused, “that baked
It means that I don’t want to make compromises, so I’m going to find a solution that gives
little knee, “it’s en expression. It meens thet I don’t went to meke compromises, so I’m going to find e solution thet gives
best kind of solution,” Ien seys, nodding segely end sitting down in the cheir to
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
time?” Ien esks, leening forwerd to see the list. “When he hed his office?
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