The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins (Mia and Kyle) novel Chapter 309

Chapter 309 He’s our dad, isn’t he?

Mia’s POV

“Are we in trouble?” Ethan asked.

“No, you’re not in trouble,” I assured them quickly. “But I need to understand where you found them. Can you show me when we get home?”

Alexander nodded enthusiastically. “We found them in your nightstand drawer! There were two of them, but we only brought one to school because Ethan said we should save the other one for later.”

My face burned again.

“We thought they were special balloons because they were in a fancy package,” Ethan added.

“And they were hidden away like treasure!” Alexander chimed in.

“This isn’t about being in trouble,” I said. “But next time you find something new, can you ask me about it first? Sometimes grown–ups have things that aren’t safe for children to play with.”

Both boys looked at each other.

“Even if it looks like a toy?” Alexander asked.

“Even if it looks like a toy,” I confirmed.

“Like Mama’s wine?” Ethan asked seriously. “It looks like grape juice, but it’s only for grown–ups?”

“Exactly like Mama’s wine,” I said, grateful for his analogy. “Some things are just for adults, even if they seem like they could be fun for children.”

Alexander scrunched up his nose in thought. “But how are we supposed to know which things are adult things and which things are kid things if we don’t ask?”

“That’s exactly right,” I said. “That’s why you should always ask first. Mama might be a bit careless sometimes and leave things where curious boys can find them.”

“We’re very good at being curious,“.

“You are extremely good at being curious,” I agreed. “Maybe too good sometimes.”

“We’re sorry, Mama,” Alexander said softly. “We didn’t know we weren’t supposed to play with

them.”

“We just thought they were special balloons,” Ethan added, his voice small. “We wanted to share them with our friends at school.”

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My heart melted completely. These sweet, innocent boys had genuinely thought they were bringing something fun to share with their classmates. In their four–year–old minds, they’d found hidden treasure and wanted to spread joy.

“You’re not in trouble,” I said, reaching back to squeeze their small hands. “You didn’t do anything wrong because you didn’t know. But now you know to ask first, right?”

“Right,” they chorused.

“Good boys,” I said, meaning it with every fiber of my being. “I love you both so much.”

“We love you too, Mama,” Alexander said.

“Even when we accidentally embarrass you at school,” Ethan added.

I couldn’t help but laugh, despite everything. “Even then,” I confirmed.

As I served their dinner, I made a mental note to childproof the apartment more thoroughly. Not just the obvious things like electrical outlets and cleaning supplies, but everything. These boys were like tiny detectives, capable of finding hidden objects with the skill of professional treasure hunters.

“Mama,” Alexander said around a mouthful of cheesy pasta, “why do adults have so many rules about things?”

“Because adults have learned through experience which things can be dangerous or inappropriate,” I said, sitting down at the table with my own plate. “When you’re older, you’ll understand more about why certain rules exist.”

“Growing up is complicated,” Alexander said.

Son, you hit the nail on the head.

But I didn’t say that compliment out loud.

After dinner, I ran a bath for both boys, adding extra bubbles because the day had been stressful enough without fighting over bath time routines. They played with their rubber ducks and foam letters, their voices echoing cheerfully off the bathroom tiles as they created elaborate scenarios involving sea monsters and rescue missions.

I sat on the bathroom floor beside the tub, my back against the cool wall, watching them play. Their hair was damp and curling slightly at the ends, their cheeks flushed from the warm water. They looked so young, so innocent, completely absorbed in their imaginary world where everything made sense and problems could be solved with creativity and determination.

“Time to get out, water bugs,” I said finally, pulling two fluffy towels from the warming rack.

They climbed out reluctantly, their small bodies slippery and warm as I wrapped them in terry cloth

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cocoons. I helped them into their pajamas, and brushed their teeth while they made faces at themselves in the bathroom mirror.

“Story time!” Alexander announced, racing toward his bedroom with Ethan close behind.

I followed them, settling into the chair positioned between their twin beds.

“What story tonight?” I asked, reaching for the small stack of books on their nightstand.

“The dragon who wanted to be a baker,” Alexander said immediately.

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