Chapter 37 Miss Alina… I think we’re married
After making sure Sable was wrapped snugly in a fresh towel and seated comfortably on the soft bouncy sofa, Alina stood and turned to the others. Felix was sitting silently, a dry cloth already in his hands. His silver-blue eyes lifted when she approached.
"Would you like some help, sweetheart?" she asked, offering him a fresh, fluffier towel.
Felix blinked once, his tone polite but firm in that baby-serious way only he could master.
"No need. I can wipe myself."
Alina smiled, her heart warm again. "Alright. You’re very responsible."
He gave her a small nod, already patting his sleeves dry with such precision that it almost looked rehearsed like a baby soldier dressing for an invisible ceremony.
Next, she turned to Vlad Jr. and Drake, who were both halfway through pulling their wet shirts off. The moment she walked over, Drake grinned like he’d been waiting for her attention all morning.
"Teacher! Teacher! Look, I already wiped my face twice!" he said, flailing the towel in one hand like a victory flag, the other hand rubbing over his fluffy golden-red hair.
"Very good, sweetheart," Alina said, laughing gently as she knelt beside him to help with the parts he missed—his damp ears, the back of his neck, and the bottom hem of his little pant. He wriggled and giggled the whole time.
Meanwhile, Vlad Jr. stood nearby, neatly dabbing his own arms with the grace of a miniature gentleman.
"I prefer doing it myself," he said loftily, though his little cheeks were still slightly red from earlier embarrassment.
"Of course you do, my little lord," Alina teased, her voice playful.