I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!

Chapter 635 Wedding night (1)

The room was beautiful.

Black roses climbed the headboard. Red petals were scattered across the floor. Candles filled every corner with golden light. The bed was made with dark silk sheets that shimmered in the flickering flames.

And in the center of it all sat Alina. She had changed out of her wedding gown. She was wearing a soft, simple dress, cream-colored, loose and comfortable. Her hair was down, falling in waves around her shoulders. Her feet were bare.

She looked relaxed and peaceful and sitting on either side of her were his sons.

Sable was holding her hand, pressing it against his cool, soft cheek. His eyes were closed. His small horns caught the candlelight. A sleepy smile rested on his lips.

Lucien sat on her other side, leaning against her shoulder, his red eyes half-closed. He looked like he was fighting to stay awake but refusing to give in.

"What are you two doing here?" Dante asked. His voice came out sharper than he intended.

Sable opened his eyes and beamed. His shadow tendrils curled happily around his feet.

"Dad, Kelpie’s mom said that now Mom is our official mom. So we are here to accompany her on her first day as our official mom as her sons."

Lucien nodded slowly, his head still resting on Alina’s shoulder. "It’s tradition."

Dante crossed his arms. "It’s not tradition."

Lucien’s red eyes flickered with quiet mischief. "It could be."

Dante stared at them.

Alina laughed.

It was a soft, teasing laugh, and when she looked at him, there was a mischievous glint in her eyes. The candlelight danced across her face, making her look almost otherworldly.

"They missed me," she said. "And I missed them. We were just spending some time together."

Dante’s jaw tightened. His eyes moved from his sons to his bride and back again.

"The wedding night is for the bride and groom," he said. His voice was low, patient, but there was an edge beneath it.

"We’re the bride’s sons," Sable said. "We’re family. Family comes first."

Dante crossed his arms. "That’s not—"

Sable cut him off. "It’s in the rule book."

Dante narrowed his eyes. "There is no rule book."

Sable smiled sweetly. "There could be."

Dante looked at Alina.

She shrugged, her lips twitching. "They’re cute."

Dante’s jaw tightened. "They’re interrupting."

"They’re bonding."

"They’re—"

Lucien stood up. He walked over to Dante and looked up at him with serious red eyes.

"Dad," he said. "We know you want to be alone with Mom. But we also want to be with Mom. So we made a compromise."

Dante raised an eyebrow. "A compromise?"

Lucien nodded. "You get tonight. We get the rest of our lives."

Sable bounced on the bed. "Seems fair."

Dante pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed deeply.

Alina laughed again. The sound filled the room like music.

"No," Dante said. His voice was firm.

He wanted Alina every day, not just tonight, not just sometimes. EVERY DAY. FOREVER.

"Then we are staying here," Sable said, crossing his arms and sticking out his lower lip.

Lucien nodded solemnly. "We are family. Family stays together."

Dante stared at his sons.

These were his children. Yet now they were negotiating with him like he was a merchant at a market stall. Worse than a merchant; at least merchants accepted gold. His sons accepted nothing but his complete surrender.

He rubbed his temples. Then an idea sparked in his wine-warmed mind.

He crouched down and gestured for them to come closer.

Sable and Lucien leaned in, their eyes wide with curiosity.

Dante lowered his voice to a whisper. "If you both go to your room right now," he said, "then Mom and I will give you a little sister."

Sable’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.

Lucien’s mouth fell open so far it looked like it might unhinge.

"How?" Sable whispered back, his voice full of wonder.

Dante kept his face perfectly serious. "Never mind how. Do you want one or not?"

"Yes!" Sable shouted.

"Yes," Lucien agreed, though his tone was more measured. Then he hesitated. "Wait. How long will it take?"

Dante blinked. "What?"

Lucien tilted his head. "To make a little sister. Is it instant? Do we get her tomorrow?"

Sable gasped. "Tomorrow?! Dad, can we get her tomorrow? I want to show her my shadow butterflies!"

Dante’s eye twitched. "It doesn’t work like that."

Lucien frowned. "Then how does it work?"

"Yeah," Sable added. "How?"

Dante opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.

Alina buried her face in a pillow, her shoulders shaking with silent laughter.

Dante took a breath. "It takes time. Months. But if you don’t leave now, it will take longer."

Sable grabbed Lucien’s hand. "LET’S GO!"

Lucien held up a finger. "Wait. One more question."

Dante’s patience was thinning. "What?"

Lucien looked at Alina, then back at Dante. "Will she have horns?"

Dante stared at him.

"Or shadows?" Sable added excitedly. "Will she have shadows like me? Or red eyes like Lucien? Or both? Can she have both?"

"Go. To. Your. Room."

Sable didn’t need to be told again. He grabbed Lucien’s hand and ran. They didn’t even say goodnight. The door slammed behind them, and the sound of two pairs of little feet echoed down the hallway, accompanied by Sable’s distant shriek of "WE’RE GETTING A SISTER!"

Silence.

Alina stared at the empty doorway.

Her mouth was open. Her eyes were wide. Her face was turning pink.

"Deee..." she said slowly.

He stood up. Turned toward her.

She stepped back off the bed. "I... I’m going to take a shower," she said.

Then she ran. Her bare feet padded across the stone floor, and the bathroom door clicked shut behind her.

Dante didn’t follow.

He walked to the small table by the window and poured himself a glass of wine. Then he sat down in the chair, leaned back, and crossed his legs.

His eyes were hazy. Heavy-lidded. The wine had made him warm and slow and patient.

The candlelight flickered across his face. His horns caught the glow. His crimson eyes gleamed.

He took a slow sip of wine and smiled.

From behind the bathroom door, he could hear the shower running. And underneath the sound of water, he could hear Alina muttering to herself.

"Months. He told them months. I have months to figure out how to explain to two little boys that you can’t just order a sister like takeout."

Dante’s smile widened. He took another sip of wine.