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?"

eyes turn to Mark, who sits next to me and blushes. "Well, Marigold

him for a second, blinking, before my eyes go

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

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

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

is happening..." Jackson asks with a frown, still

"And since she's so little, mom is building a door between your rooms so you can check on her

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

women in the room bite back an instinctive coo at Jackson's overwhelmed state while the men smile warmly

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

on the

hand on his arm.

vél.

I hope will be often - you need more space. And Markie's right, he's growing out

as he raises a glass of whiskey alongside his declaration. "That some of us are not this generous and

giving