Queen Mommy's Six Genius Babies Found the CEO Daddy-Chapter 108: The Prank

Lucas usually stayed at the office late, buried in work. But tonight, by six o’clock sharp, he was out the door.

"Mr. Hilton, you’re... leaving on time?" Alex blinked, surprised.

Lucas didn’t answer—he just shot him a look sharp enough to slice through steel.

Realizing his mistake, Alex quickly switched gears. "Right! Got it! Have a safe trip, sir. Wishing you and Miss Sophia a long and happy—uh—forever!"

He practically bowed ninety degrees as Lucas walked out.

Lucas couldn’t wait to get home. His mind kept running wild—what if Sophia wasn’t there? What if everything she said last night was just another game? What if he walked into an empty house again? Would he have to drag her back this time?

...

In the kitchen, Sophia’s hands were dusted white with flour.

Six little pairs of eyes stood in a row, dead serious and watching Mrs. Wilson knead dough like they were soldiers in training. Every so often, a giggle would slip out.

They were making cookies. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

When Lucas opened the front door, the house was silent. Too silent. The living room was empty.

His heart clenched. No way.

"Sophia? Angela? Billy? Charles? Dustin? Eric? Faye?"

Nothing.

"Mrs. Wilson?"

Still nothing.

He hung up his coat and headed toward the kitchen.

The moment he opened the door—

Whoosh!

A cloud of white powder exploded straight into his face.

He barely had time to close his eyes before the room erupted in laughter.

The kids bent over and laughed. Even Mrs. Wilson was laughing behind her apron.

Sophia grabbed Lucas by the ear, smirking. "Surprise?"

Lucas coughed through a puff of flour. His entire body looked like it had been dipped in powdered sugar.

"Daddy looks so funny!" Angela squealed.

Charles squinted critically at the mess. "Needs more frosting."

Faye bounced on her toes, peeling open a lollipop. "Daddy! Candy!"

Lucas crouched down, scooping her up. "You eat it, sweetheart. Daddy doesn’t eat candy."

"But you have to, Daddy!" Faye protested, waving it in his face.

Sophia arched a brow. "Your daughter’s offering. You’re refusing?"

Cornered, Lucas sighed and took it. He brought it to his lips—then stopped.

"Sophia."

"Hm? Wh—mmph!"

He popped the candy right into her mouth.

A second later—

"Lucas!!"

Her face turned bright red as the fire hit—spicy, searing, molten.

Lucas chuckled, grabbing a nearby bottle of yogurt and tipping it toward her lips.

But instead of cooling the burn, Sophia’s eyes went wider.

She gasped, fanning her mouth.

"Lucas, you—!"

Yup. The yogurt had been "specially seasoned" too.

The prank candy and the sabotaged yogurt—both meant for Lucas—had perfectly backfired.

Sophia was speechless, tears brimming in her eyes as she clutched the counter.

Eric ran over, holding up a cone. "Mommy, quick! Ice cream! Vanilla flavor!"

She took one desperate bite—and finally exhaled, eyes watering.

Lucas’s laughter dropped into a low, satisfied rumble. "Now you know what poetic justice tastes like."

Sophia swung a weak punch at his chest.

Mrs. Wilson was wiping her hands, smiling. "Miss Sophia wanted to make cookies, so I showed the kids how. The kitchen’s a bit of a disaster. You two might want to go change."

Lucas took Sophia by the hand and led her out. Her cheeks were still flushed.

"Burning?" he teased, brushing his thumb along her jaw.

Sophia glared at him.

"You can’t blame me. The candy was literally chili-flavored! I’m not stupid." Lucas chuckled, then wiped his flour-covered hands across her face, leaving two perfect white handprints on her cheeks.

Sophia blinked. "What are you laughing at now?"

Lucas’s grin widened. "You look like a Christmas cookie."

Sophia took a bite of her ice cream and didn’t feel like talking.

Her tongue still burned from the spice.

"Ice cream will give you a tummy ache if you eat too much," Lucas warned.

"Don’t touch me," she muttered.

She was about to sit on the couch when Lucas reached out and pulled her—she tumbled straight into his arms.

"What are you doing!"

"You want Mrs. Wilson to have to vacuum the couch again?" he teased.

She’d gotten flour all over herself when she’d pulled that prank, too. He couldn’t help grinning. "I’ll help you get cleaned up a bit."

"Lucas, don’t—!"

Before she could finish, he scooped her up and carried her upstairs horizontally.

"Lucas! Put me down!"

He shut the door with a soft slam.

Sophia’s back hit the door, and his hand pressed lightly near her ear.

Her cheeks flushed. "What are you doing?"

"Still hurting from the spice? Let me take some of it away," Lucas said as he bent down and kissed her.

Sophia’s eyes widened. Who had taught this man to do that?!

She shoved him off. "Lucas, who taught you that? Be honest!"

He pinned both her hands above her head and brushed a quick kiss across her lips. "Natural talent," he replied.

"I don’t buy it, you jerk... mmph..."

Her voice trailed off. Time slipped by without them noticing; the ice cream in her hand melted, dripping onto the floor.

Downstairs, Mrs. Wilson called up, "Kids, you’re all covered in flour—go upstairs and change, then tell your daddy and mommy dinner’s ready, okay?"

Angela nodded obediently and ordered the others, "Go, upstairs. Change your clothes."

When the kids came back down, Lucas and Sophia still hadn’t appeared.

Knock, knock, knock—

"Daddy, Mommy, the cookies are ready~"

Charles peeked at the closed door, and before he could look further, Eric tugged him back. "Don’t sneak a peek. That’s not good."

"What? I was just checking. Maybe Daddy and Mommy fell asleep?" Charles protested.

Eric eyed his brother and tapped his nose. "I finished my psychology book—you’re showing classic lying signals. Want me to hypnotize you and see?"

Charles immediately shut up. His little brother’s hypnotism tricks were scary.

Not long after, Sophia finally came downstairs.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her lips looked a little swollen.

"Mommy, why are your lips so swollen?" Dustin tilted his head and asked.

Sophia kept her composure. "I ate Faye’s candy. It was too spicy."

"Really?"

"Of course. When have I ever lied to you?"

Charles grinned wickedly. "Then why is Daddy’s lip messed up?"

Lucas stayed calm. "I tripped and scraped it."

Faye’s eyes went wide. "Really? Are you okay, Daddy?"

Angela patted Faye and popped a cookie into her mouth. "Here, Faye. Eat a cookie."

Suddenly, the doorbell rang—urgent, insistent, almost frantic.

Sophia went to open the door.

Susan was standing there and, without a word of greeting, launched into an attack.

"You witch! Was it you? Did you frame Olivia? I’ll— I’ll strangle you today!"