Help! My Moms Are Overpowered Tyrants, and I'm Stuck as Their Baby!-Chapter 119: Secret Kisses and Wedding Predictions

Mara's breath hitched gently, heart fluttering softly, warmth gently pulling her toward peaceful sleep. "Good."

From the hallway hidden behind the ornate wooden screen that framed the edge of the infirmary like a decorative afterthought two very small, very wide-eyed spies were frozen in place, faces squished dramatically against the cool marble wall, holding their breath like champions in a clandestine tournament of silence.

Aeris blinked twice. Slowly. Dramatically. Her small hands were clenched into tiny fists of absolute excitement.

Arion, crouched beside her like a shadow with wildly messy hair and a twig somehow tucked behind his ear (because why not), leaned in close and whispered, "They kissed."

"I saw it," Aeris whispered back, breathless. "Like in Mama's drama books."

Arion's mouth fell open with the weight of pure revelation. "You think they're in love?"

"They said they were!" Aeris hissed, scandalized, clutching her chest like a seasoned court gossip. "And Mara looked like she was going to cry but then didn't and then kissed Elira again. That means love. And then they held hands in bed. That's a wedding."

"Wedding," Arion agreed, nodding very seriously. "Definitely."

They exchanged solemn, knowing looks. And then, as if possessed by a singular divine purpose, they took off running through the hallways of the Thorne castle, small boots slapping against ancient stone, giggles bursting between frantic whispers.

"Go, go, go! We have to tell Elyzara before the wedding starts!"

In her room, Elyzara was not thinking about weddings.

She was asleep. Beautifully, thoroughly asleep. One hand curled beneath her cheek, the other lazily sprawled across her silken sheets. The soft glow of floating night-lanterns shimmered faintly overhead, casting calming patterns across her ceiling in pale hues of lavender and gold. The room was blissfully quiet, the heavy velvet curtains drawn tightly against the morning light.

She did not hear the approach. She definitely did not hear the chaos.

The door burst open with the force of a small army.

"ELYZARA!"

"WAKE UP RIGHT NOW!"

She bolted upright with an undignified noise somewhere between a gasp and a growl, hair tumbling over her face, eyes half-closed and bleary. "Whu—attack? What? Who's dead?"

Aeris and Arion flung themselves dramatically onto her bed, bouncing once, then twice, completely unbothered by the way Elyzara shrieked at the impact.

"There's a wedding!" Aeris declared.

"A secret wedding!" Arion added, eyes wide with enthusiasm. "Mara and Elira are in love!"

"What—" Elyzara croaked, still blinking through the fog of sleep. "What are you talking about?"

"They kissed!" Aeris squealed, grabbing a pillow and hugging it like it contained all the secrets of the universe. "Right there! In the infirmary! I saw it! We saw it!"

Arion nodded enthusiastically, bouncing on his knees. "Mara said she wanted to kiss Elira forever! And Elira said she'll always be here! That's wedding language."

Elyzara stared at them both. Then at the empty space where her peace used to be.

Then she groaned and faceplanted back into her pillows.

"No," she mumbled. "No weddings. Too early. Too much."

"But you don't understand," Aeris insisted, climbing across the bed and yanking the covers off her sister with terrifying determination. "This is important."

Arion added gravely, "You need to be the flower girl."

Elyzara slowly raised her head, face half-squished against the mattress, hair a magnificent tangle of silver waves. "I am not the flower girl at my own servants' wedding."

"Why not?" Aeris asked, utterly scandalized. "You're small. You're not married. You have dramatic hair. That's what flower girls are like."

Arion nodded solemnly. "You're perfect."

Elyzara sat up, utterly exhausted, running a hand through her hair with a groan that sounded about five years older than her current age. "Okay. Let's just... back up. What exactly did you two see?"

"They kissed," Aeris said, starry-eyed.

"They held hands," Arion added, looking faintly smug.

"They said sweet things," Aeris continued. "Mara was so soft, like a pillow. And Elira blushed! She blushed, Elyzara. Do you know how hard it is to make Elira blush?!"

"She threatened to kiss her again later," Arion whispered, like it was a military-grade secret.

Elyzara pinched the bridge of her nose. "Okay, so… they like each other."

"They love each other," Aeris corrected immediately. "We read a romance scroll last week. This is chapter twenty-three behavior."

Elyzara made a mental note to find and burn whatever romance scroll that had been.

"Alright," she sighed, finally swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. Her limbs still ached from the past few days, her soul hadn't fully recovered, and her siblings were now romantic informants. "And what do you want me to do about it?"

"Make them get married," Aeris said brightly.

Arion nodded. "With cake."

Elyzara blinked. "You want me to force Mara and Elira to get married. With cake."

"And music!" Aeris chirped.

"Preferably with explosions!" Arion added.

Elyzara stared at them. "You're both completely unhinged."

Aeris smiled sweetly. "That's what Mama says, too."

Despite herself, Elyzara laughed just once, soft and breathless and surprised. Then she rubbed her eyes again and stood up, towering over her two energetic siblings like a very tired, very grumpy mountain.

"Fine," she said, voice dry. "If Mara and Elira do want to get married—which, for the record, they probably don't then we'll ask them politely and not turn it into a palace event with fireworks and grapes raining from the ceiling."

Arion looked crestfallen. "But I already started drawing the wedding invitations."

"You can keep drawing," Elyzara muttered, patting his head absently as she shuffled toward the wardrobe. "Just don't hand them out until I give the royal decree of approval, understood?"

Aeris beamed. "You do sound like a flower girl!"

Elyzara stopped, turned slowly, and gave her sister the kind of look that could have frozen boiling water.

Aeris only grinned wider.

Down the hall, in the infirmary, Mara stirred again, blinking sleepily at the faint sounds of distant voices and sibling-shaped chaos. Elira, still half-asleep beside her, murmured drowsily, "What time is it?"

"Too early for scandal," Mara mumbled.

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Elira yawned. "Then why do I hear Aeris yelling about a wedding?"

Mara froze.

Elira sat up sharply.

"Oh no."

Mara buried her face in her hands. "They saw."

Elira groaned. "They definitely saw."

Mara peeked between her fingers. "Do you think we can bribe them?"

Elira shook her head solemnly. "Too late. We're already married in their minds."

Mara sighed. "We're doomed, aren't we?"

Elira smiled faintly, leaning close. "Well. If we're doomed… might as well make it official later."

And Mara couldn't help it she laughed. Loud and genuine and unbothered.

Because even if the tiny spies had seen too much… It wasn't the worst way to be caught.