The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy novel Chapter 807

I sigh, shifting my weight to my other foot, turning my face away from my reflection in the mirror. I’m sick of staring at it, even if this gown that they’ve created for the mating ceremony is incredible, all flowing blue silk embroidered with silver, flowing about ten feet behind me in an elaborate train.

“I’m sorry,” Pippa murmurs, looking up at me with two pins pressed between her lips as she works steadfastly at the hem at the front of my dress, getting it to just the perfect length. She takes the pins out of her mouth hand hastily makes two more folds. “I know you’ve been standing there for hours, Ariel, but this really is the last bit.”

I smile down at her and shake my head, because it’s not her fault. “Honestly it’s much harder on you, Pip,” I say, reaching down to pat her head, which makes her laugh. “Trying to crouch down for hours while pregnant like that. Honestly, you should win a medal for balancing on the balls of your feet.”

Pippa laugh a little and shakes her head. “Won’t be long now anyway – Little Girl is getting uncomfortable. I’m sure she’ll make her presence known soon.”

“Do you have names picked out?”

“Oh, it will be Margaret, for Elias’s mother,” Pippa says with a bit of a sigh. “Not really any choice in that.”

“Really?” I ask, unable to help the bit of displeasure that comes into my voice.

Pippa tugs at the finished hem of my gown, checking its final length before looking up at me. “If a daughter comes before a son, she’s always named after the paternal grandmother in Atalaxia,” Pippa says, as if it’s just a perfectly normal thing everyone knows. “As an apology to her for not producing a boy for her son. I’m guessing it’s…not the same in Moon Valley?”

“No,” I say softly, shaking my head at her. “I could name my first daughter Fizzgig Wellybottom if I wanted to.”

Pippa stares at me with wide, shocked eyes for a second and then bursts into laughter when she figures out that I’m kidding. She pulls herself to her feet with a little groan and waves to me to step forward off the little tailor’s step riser I had been standing on. I begin to walk back and forth so she can see how the dress moves.

“Really, Pippa,” I say quietly as she curls a finger around her chin and observes me. “Do you wish the bay was a boy?”