Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 21 – Bath Time’

Tires screech as Victor swerves into his driveway, throwing the car into park and jumping out the door almost before it stops.

“Victo-“ Amelia says, just starting to unbuckle her seatbelt. But he’s already moving around the house, heading for Evelyn’s cottage out back. Amelia slumps back in the seat, watching him go. He didn’t say a word to her the entire ride back. Instead, he made a thousand calls, shouted at Betas, ordered more security for the house. He didn’t even look at her.

f**k.

Amelia crosses her arms over her chest and stares silently out the windshield, planning her next move.

Victor bursts into my house through the back door, coming into the living room where I’m working to wrangle two sobbing boys into their pajamas. They cried the whole way home and, while I don’t blame them, my head is pounding.

“Are they okay?” Victor asks as he approaches, looking over the boys.

“They’re fine,” I say softly.

“Boys, what happened,” Victor asks, staring at the twins who lay on the carpet sobbing their little hearts out.

“Victor, I think we should –“

Ian crawls over to Victor and raises his arms, asking to be picked up, still screaming with tears. Victor complies, cradling the boy in his arms. Alvin sees this and works his way over too.

“Ian, tell me what happened, who took you?!” Victor insists, turning Ian’s head to face him while Alvin screeches, demanding without words to be picked up like his brother.

Ian doesn’t reply, just cries harder. “Boys,” Victor says, his voice deepening with command. “You must tell me what happened.”

“Victor –“ I start, but he shoots me a glare. This sends me over my tipping point. I lose my temper, raising my voice to say “Victor, they can’t right now –“

“Don’t tell me how to talk to my sons,” he growls.

endless wail sounds. “They’re so freaked out, they’re not going to be able to tell you anything like this! We have

we do that?!” Victor snaps at me. I shove forward my hands, which are clutching two

to get them in pajamas, and wrapped up, and into bed. But,” I admit, lowering my arms.

he turns and, holding Ian

slowly with water. We put the boys on the floor and let them cry

bubbles, adding a little lavender to soothe them. I check the water temperature – a little too hot, I turn up the cold – while Victor pulls down some towels from the rack and tosses a

childhood, and haven’t heard since then. An old

the boys soften, their cries lessening to whimpers, their eyes drying up. Alvin brushes his tears away and stands to watch the tub fill. Ian presses his face to the porcelain basin, watching us work almost without blinking, like he’s afraid we’ll disappear if

finished, and Victor’s song is done, I put out my hands to Alvin. “Up and in,” I say softly, lifting him and sitting him gently in the water. Victor gives Ian the same treatment, and we kneel

Alvin sink into the water. Ian dunks his own head, but Alvin asking me quietly

daddy,” Ian says quietly, looking

not sure he even knew he was humming. He laughs softly and says, “thank you. My grandmother used to sing it to me when I was little, and when I was scared. Do you know?” He says, beginning to rinse the suds from Ian’s hair. “When

laughing, unbelieving. Victor

wolf’s eyes!” Ian says, circling his own eyes with his fingers like spectacles. “You can see in the dark! And bite whatever is

wasn’t afraid. Sometimes we are afraid even when

all three, my own fear finally starting to leech from me. I think I needed this too – the normalcy of an evening routine after this horror

a moment of silence, Alvin quietly says, “I was scared today. But I think there was something to be scared of.” Ian nods in agreement, pushing a boat along through the bubbles as he

see how intensely he is focused on their answer. I can see it in him, though – fear and rage and horror still showing in the tenseness

with Beta Frank to get cotton candy, Amelia said we

The two tell the story together, each picking up seamlessly where the other left

and someone had hit

Alvin says, looking up at us.

narrow. “We

over our mouths so