The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy novel Chapter 979

“Yeah,” I say, petting his hair softly, smiling at him. “We can do it. We’ve got this. We’ve already got one to practice on for a couple of months – we’ll be totally prepared by the time these two come along.”

“Totally prepared,” he murmurs, nodding slowly, clinging to the hope.

We stare at each other for a long moment before he groans again, tugging me close, cradling me against him in that way I really, really love. He snarls a little, protective and possessive, and a great deal of happiness spreads all throughout me. We take a few more minutes there, together, checking in with each other and adjusting to this wild new reality.

“God, I can’t believe it,” Jackson whispers, shaking his head and running a hand across my stomach. “I – I’m not ready for this.”

“But you will be,” I whisper, biting my lip a bit, hoping that…that it’s just shock. That he’s going to be happy about this soon, that he might even…like it.

He looks up at me, sensing my emotions.

I just stay very still, not wanting him to feel pressured to like it if he doesn’t.

“Ariel, of course I like it,” he whispers, shaking his head at me. “I’m…fucking terrified, and I definitely need a computer as soon as possible – I have so much research to do – but the idea of having a little kid? Two of them? That’s…me and you, both?”

He shakes his head, holding my gaze…I think a bit lost for words.

“You like it?” I whisper, raising my hand and pressing it to his cheek.

“Ariel, you and the rest of the insane people you’re related to have long sold me on the concept of family,” he whispers. “If we can have that – if we can add to it…then yeah, I want that. I want that a lot.”

“Plus they’re going to be really cute,” I whisper, starting to smile.

“Are they?” He asks, frowning a bit.

I gasp, immediately offended. “Jackson!”

“Well, how do you know,” he says, leaning forward and laughing a little, winding his arms around me, pulling me closer. “You don’t know what they’ll look like –“

“Yes, I do!” I snap. “They’re going to look like me! And you!”

He wrinkles his nose, dubious. “I don’t know, Ariel, you’d better hope that these kids get my genetics – you Sinclairs are –“