Sprouse Twins Young Novels & Stories

And then there were the little ones. Thomas and Tabitha, Torian and Riah's twins, were now ten and inseparable, currently trying to build a fort from garden cushions and old blankets with the single-minded focus of miniature architects. Thomas had his father's easy charm and his mother's fierce loyalty; Tabitha was the quiet one, the observer, already showing signs of the artist she'd become.

"The moment you try naming me your heir, I'll run away and you'll never see me again." "That's not such a bad--" began Martina, as if she were considering the merits of a missing Spencer. "I'll kidnap Mari," Spencer threatened. "Good luck," Martina smirked. "You wouldn't last a week. She's not even potty trained." "Of course she's not potty-trained. She's barely two years old--" "Quit it, you two," Conrad interrupted, probably out of reflex. The twins' arguments only gain momentum with time, and we learned that cutting them off early was the best strategy.

Cage protested. "You can't be serious sire, this is ridiculous, I can't do that, not with him, trust me, you don't want a child from him, he'll be ugly." Nia countered, feeling bad for what Cage had said about her. "Really Ms.Nia, really." Mr.Nobody said, emphasizing on the fact that the twins actually belong to Mr.Cage. At this point, Nia was sure that he knew her secret but refused to spill the beans. "Well, you dimwits gotta choose between your ego and your kids, I want to see Nia's pregnancy test results in a month, if not both your kids will be where they are meant to be, in the grave."

He crouched to the ground, leaning forward to kiss their foreheads. “Don't worry, lads.” He said. “This is just one of those many times that we'll get to hang out together. You'll see me again soon. I promise.” “Really?” They chorused, looking adorable in their matching shirts, and his smile widened as he nodded. “Of course. I'll call so that we can plan our next meeting, okay?” They nodded excitedly, and their smiles returned, coupled with cheers of celebration. Walking them out of the house, Aspen helped her get the twins into the car. He opened his mouth to say something, but ended up substituting it with a wave. In his eyes, Dulce could see a load of emotions that couldn't be explained.

“Oh, that’s wonderful, sweetheart! Julian is such a nice young man. It’ll be good for you to make friends outside the family.” Victor’s jaw clenched so tightly I thought it might crack. “Is that necessary?” he asked, voice low. I smiled sweetly. “Yes. I enjoyed talking to him. He’s… refreshing.” The jealousy radiating from both twins was palpable. Good, let them feel what I felt when Isabella was all over Victor. Lunch with Julian was surprisingly pleasant. We met at a beautiful waterfront café. He was charming, attentive, and genuinely interested in me. We talked for over an hour, about charity work, life goals, and even a little about the pressure of family expectations.

**Chapter 134: Eternal Echoes** The twins had just turned eight months old, and the estate felt alive with their growing presence. Aurora was crawling everywhere with determined speed, her father’s intensity clear in every focused movement. Seraphina preferred pulling herself up on furniture, babbling constantly as if narrating her discoveries to the world. Their laughter had become the soundtrack of our days.

She flooded my inbox and repeatedly called me. On the phone, she screamed like a madwoman, demanding that I take down the posts immediately. But as soon as I hung up, I spent money to boost the post and hired bots to make sure it soared straight to the top of the trending charts. … Later, Adeline and I met Rowan and Elliot one last time at the cafe where we had first crossed paths. They said that this would be our final meeting and that they had already signed the divorce papers. So, Adeline and I agreed.

I rise from my seat, turning to be bumped into him and he narrows his eyebrows at me, playfully refering, “You don’t want me to hold your hand and guide you through the car, do you?” Why the fuck am I nervous around him? I must be confident and show him that I am not easy to play with. Of course without giving him the idea of being a mean and spoiled child. He treats me like a child perhaps because of my tiny height and age. The features on my face are of a young girl however I am just sixteen years old.

Rogue asked, leaning to glance at Indianna. "Seven weeks," Indianna told him, after swallowing a mouthful of food. "Not long now," he nodded. "You know, twins are quite likely to be born premature. It could be sooner than you think." "I hope not." Rogue smiled. "Time will tell. I know that Stacey can't wait." Greyson's hand tensed on Indianna's leg as Stacey grinned brightly, nodding her head excitedly. "I've already bought them matching outfits for you. Jason and I chose them together."

Jenny and Austin looked at each other before smiling at the kids—they are so proud of the twins. On the other hand, Rose looked at them with a smile on her lips. Austin, Jenny, and the twins look so beautiful together while laughing and having fun. The tears started rolling inside her eyes—she didn't get a chance to see Austin while growing up. "Let's have breakfast now!" Rose said while grabbing a piece of attention and turning towards Austin. "Okay kids, let's have breakfast—Granny has prepared food for us with a lot of effort!" Jenny looked back and forth between Anna and Ryan.