I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!-Chapter 498 Georgia’s boyfriend?

Aaron stared down at her, utterly disarmed. The sheer force of her will, the suddenness of her embrace, the unexpected shift from heartbroken victim to resolute ally, it all crashed over him at once. His eyes, shadowed with guilt and exhaustion, widened. And in their depths, a tiny, defiant spark flickered to life, then caught. It was not just hope. It was the first glimmer of shared purpose, the realization that he was not doomed to fight his battles alone in the dark. A single, traitorous tear slipped free, tracing a path through the dust on his cheek and catching the light.

"Georgia, you can’t," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "It’s too dangerous. I just told you."

"You told me about a problem," she interrupted, her grip tightening on his shirt. "And I’m telling you I’m part of the solution. You don’t get to make all the decisions anymore. Not about this. Not about me."

*****

Alina sat in the high-backed chair opposite Dante’s desk. The principal’s office felt strangely domestic and tense at the same time. The phone was pressed to her ear, her expression shifting between disbelief, concern, and quiet fury as Aunt Lyla’s voice filtered through.

"So Aaron was her boyfriend?" Alina asked, the words hanging in the air like a revealed secret. She listened, exchanging a few short, sharp sentences with Lyla before hanging up. Her hand dropped slowly into her lap.

Meanwhile, Dante did not even pretend to be curious about the one-sided conversation. He sat behind his desk, but his attention was completely focused on Alina’s hand, which he had gently captured in his own. He played with her fingers, turning them over, testing their softness. They were fair and delicate, and he was fascinated by the simple biology of it. When he pressed gently on the pad of her thumb, the blood gathered beneath the surface, turning her skin a soft pink before fading back to pale. Even her hands, he thought, could capture his whole world without trying.

After hanging up, Alina let out a long, shocked breath.

"Dee..." she said, turning toward him, still processing everything. "Do you know Aaron was my best guy friend... and he was actually Georgia’s boyfriend?"

She shook her head slowly, disbelief mixing with frustration.

"Aunt Lyla just told me everything. If I had been there, I swear I would have slapped him. He should have told her everything from the start. Never mind..." she finished with a sigh, rubbing her temple.

Dante’s idle movements on her fingers stilled. His eyes, which had been soft and distracted, narrowed slightly. An image flashed in his mind. The cafe. A tall man with glasses hugging Alina.

That was the one?

A low, thoughtful hum vibrated in his chest. He lifted his gaze from her hand to her face, his expression deceptively calm.

"If you want," he said, his voice completely serious, without a hint of humor, "I can take you to slap him right now, little dove."

"Dee?!"

Alina’s head snapped up, her wide, shocked eyes meeting his. For a moment, she just stared, trying to decide if he was joking. The absolute seriousness in his crimson eyes told her he was not. He would, in fact, escort her to wherever Aaron was and hold her purse while she slapped him.

He finally looked up, expression neutral, like he had just offered to drop her somewhere, not help with an assault.

"What?" he asked, genuinely confused. "You said you wanted to slap him."

"I meant emotionally," she said, half shocked, half trying not to laugh. "Not physically. You can’t just escort me to slap people."

"I can," he said simply. "Very easily."

She stared at him, then pressed her lips together, fighting a smile.

"Let’s go home," Alina said softly, a little shy, her fingers tightening slightly around his. "The babies are alone."

Dante gave a small nod, already standing as if he had been waiting for her to say exactly that. They walked side by side toward her house, their hands still linked, her small warm fingers resting inside his larger, rougher ones. He liked the contrast more than he ever admitted. Her softness against his hardness. Her warmth against the constant coolness that lived inside him.

For someone who ruled shadows, he thought, her hand felt like holding sunlight.

They reached the house quickly, and the moment Alina unlocked the door and pushed it open—

"Mom!"

Sable rushed forward like a tiny storm of soft steps and sleepy excitement, crashing gently into her legs and hugging her tightly. He looked up with that sweet, tiny smile that always made her chest ache in the best way.

"Aww, Sable..." she murmured, instantly bending and scooping him into her arms, pressing kisses all over his soft cheeks until he squeaked and buried his face in her neck.

Behind her, Dante stepped inside and quietly closed the door.

Then, in a very calm, very serious voice, he said, "You only remember your mom? Not your dad?"

Sable froze.

Very slowly, he turned his head.

His eyes widened.

"Dad!"

He launched himself out of Alina’s arms like a tiny missile straight toward Dante, who caught him easily against his chest, one large hand automatically supporting his back. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"I remember you," Sable said quickly, like he was correcting a terrible mistake. "I remember both. Double remember."

Alina bit her lip, trying not to laugh.

Dante raised one brow slightly, though his eyes had already softened.

"Double remember?" he repeated.

"Yes," Sable nodded seriously. "Because you both are mine."

That did it.

And Dante’s heart skipped a beat.

Lucien walked in from the living room, slower and calmer, but his crimson eyes lit up when he saw them.

"You’re back," he said simply, but quiet happiness colored his voice.

Alina smiled warmly. "Of course. Did you two behave?"

Lucien nodded. "Mostly."

Sable gasped. "He means yes."

"I meant mostly," Lucien repeated calmly.

Dante exhaled softly through his nose, something very close to amusement passing through him as he set Sable down and reached out, briefly resting his hand on Lucien’s head, ruffling his hair once.

Then his gaze moved back to Alina.

She was watching the boys with that soft, glowing expression she always had around them, and for a moment he simply watched her.

His life had never felt this full before.