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?"

Mark, who sits next to me and blushes. "Well, Marigold needs a room, right?"

for a second,

kid room sometime. This way I get to move to swanky bachelor quarters down the hall and Marigold gets her

unable to let Mark finish without bursting in. She clasps her hands excitedly beneath her chin, her eyes moving between me and Jacks, desperate to know what we

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

Jackson asks with a frown, still

is building a door between your rooms so you can check on her without having

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

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

don't want to - though of course you're welcome to," mom says, coming and

on

on his arm.

vél.

you need

says, a bit dry, drawing all eyes to him as he raises a glass of whiskey

of giving up