The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0942

Dad starts to get up to answer the door when mom comes flying out of her room, waving a hand at dad. Cora follows soon after, pulling the door shut and nodding to Roger and Jacks to let them know that their daughters are asleep.

I turn my head to stare between Roger and Jackson, a little baffled, suddenly, when I realize that...these two men, from completely different generations, have daughters the same age.

"I know, right?" Jackson murmurs on a sigh, taking a big sip of his drink. I burst into laughter.

"Sit sit!" mom calls to us, grinning. "That's for me. Timing couldn't be better."

"Who is it?" Rafe asks with a frown.

"My crew!” Mom says, gleeful as she pulls open the door and waves in her favorite construction manager - a workman with whom she has had a relationship for years. “This way, this way!" she says, waving the foreman and all of his workers forward. My eyes go wide when I see that they're carrying quite a bit of wood and tools.

"What - what are you doing?" I ask, baffled.

"Oh, I wanted it to be a surprise," mom says, biting her lip and folding her hands behind her back. "But...Markie? Do you want to tell?"

sits next to me and blushes. "Well, Marigold needs a

stare at him for a second, blinking,

just laughs and shrugs. "Come on, I need to move out of my little kid room sometime. This way I get to move to swanky bachelor quarters down the hall and Marigold gets her own

building a door!" mom squeaks, excited, unable to let Mark finish without bursting in. She clasps her hands excitedly beneath her

a hand to my chest. "No way! Mark, that's too generous - that's been your room since you

asks with

smiling warmly at Jacks. "And since she's so little, mom is building a door between your rooms so you can

at Mark, and then at me, and then down at the baby monitor. And then he dips his head down

an instinctive coo at Jackson's overwhelmed state while the men smile

to - though of course you're welcome to," mom says, coming

me on the couch,

hand on his

vél.

you need more space. And Markie's right, he's growing out of his room

bit dry, drawing all eyes to him as he raises a glass of whiskey alongside his declaration. "That some of us are

giving up