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.

whom an endless

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

to get them in pajamas, and wrapped up, and into bed. But,” I admit, lowering my arms. “I don’t think

Ian close to his

letting the tub fill slowly with water. We put the boys on the floor and let

water temperature – a little too hot, I turn up the cold – while Victor pulls down some towels from the rack and tosses a few toys

hum a song – an song that I remember from my childhood, and haven’t heard since

tub fill. Ian presses his face to the porcelain basin, watching us work almost without blinking, like

in,” I say softly, lifting him and sitting him gently in the water. Victor gives Ian the same treatment, and we kneel by the side of the

the water. Ian dunks his own head, but Alvin asking me quietly to use a cup to wet

song, daddy,” Ian says quietly, looking up

when I was little, and

Alvin, laughing, unbelieving. Victor

own eyes with his fingers like spectacles. “You can see in the dark!

Sometimes we are afraid even when we know there is nothing

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

today. But I think there was something to be scared of.” Ian nods

you think you could…tell us what happened?” Victor says, organizing the soap and shampoo bottles so that the boys don’t see how intensely he is focused on their answer. I can see it in

“We went with Beta Frank to get

two tell the story together, each picking up seamlessly where

and we turned around, and someone had

grabbed us” Alvin says, looking up at us. “And they smelled like her,” he growls,

did,” Ian says, his eyes narrow.

our mouths so we couldn’t yell