Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 24 – An Impatient Man

Victor surprises me by being helpful and efficient as we get the boys cleaned up and settled back into bed. For a man who has had an army of housekeepers his whole life, he proves himself very capable of stripping a bed of its sick-covered sheets and cleaning up vomit.

After Alvin has finally drifted off to sleep, Victor places a clean plastic trash can next to his bed, “just in case,” and comes over to where I am giving Ian a little cuddle, helping him drift off.

“Is he asleep?” Victor questions, perching on the end of the bed.

“I’m noooooot,” Ian protests, and we both laugh softly. He’ll be asleep in moments. When he finally drifts off, I carefully pull my arm out from beneath him and stand up. I gesture silently towards the door and Victor takes my meaning. We both step out.

“Thank you,” I say, pulling their door shut. “That was…a lot easier, with an extra set of hands.”

Victor studies me for a moment, leaning against the wall. “I never thought about that,” he says. “You cleaning up after both of them at once, on nights like this. That must have been…a challenge.”

I smile gently, laughing. “You should have seen them when they had colic, as babies. I don’t think I slept for months. When one cried, the other would wake up and cry too, in solidarity.” I laugh harder, pressing my hand against my check at the memory. God, what a time.

Victor doesn’t join me in laughing but instead stays serious. “You should have told me, Evelyn. I could have helped you. I could have…had those times.” He looks away from me, trying to hide it, but I can still see the sadness on his face.

Those were hard times, but I wouldn’t have given them up for anything. And Victor didn’t have even the option to see those times because I kept them from him. I feel the guilt gnaw at me.

“I’m sorry, Victor,” I say. “But you don’t know what it was like…the fear, that you would find out, and take them from me. My boys, the only thing I had…”

Victor glares at me for a moment, “I wouldn’t have –“

I raise my eyebrow and he stops, thinking, and then sighs. “Yes,” he says. “I would have. I would have taken them away. I understand.”

I nod and reach out to put a hand on his shoulder. “Let’s move on from it, Victor. Forgive each other. What’s done is done – we both have them now, we can raise them together.”

Victor nods and gives me a smile. Then, suddenly, I realize that my hand is touching something wet and sticky.

say, pulling my hand away, realizing that it’s covered in Ian’s vomit. “Oh, gross, you’ve got it

soiled shirt and pants, realizing, together, that in our concern for the kids we had

towards my bathroom. “We’ve got to do something about that.”

run the tap, pulling some soap down from the shelf. Victor hands me his shirt and I douse it in the hot water, scrubbing to get the sick and the stain out of

good with them tonight,” I say as I work. “Thank you – you were more patient,

think me an impatient man?” He says, and I hear him working

I say, considering. “I’m not sure I think of you as a patient man. But really, that was some

item of clothing, and am shocked to suddenly see Victor, standing there, in my bathroom, in his boxer briefs. My face turns beat red and I clear my

was getting the vomit out of a set of clothes, not giving attention to the fact that this would – of course – result

and hands me the pants.

says. “it’s nice to see you

fabric. “I’m just…busy.” I finish, pathetically. He laughs again and I turn towards him, determined. Unfortunately, I’m sure that a little bit of the red remains on

in front of me, clearly not ashamed of his body – not that he has any reason to be. I can’t help myself as my eyes dart quickly up and down his. Victor’s musculature is lean, less

well in there too,” Victor says, mercifully changing the subject. “Thank you for letting

scoffs. “God, it’s everywhere,” he says, moving closer to inspect the vomit

knows,” I say. “Sick kids are magicians. Here,” I wet a

reach. “Can you get it all?” He asks. “I think there’s some even

Victor and wipe the skin of his chest, his neck. I put a hand on his arm and pull slightly, asking him to turn, which he does. As I clean off the back

lip even harder, it is unfair for a

says my name.

and I suddenly realize how

“Did you get it?”

staring up at him, meeting his eyes. “yeah I….got

All of a sudden I’m shocked to realize that six years have passed, that I’m a mother, a therapist, and

she is owed. Here I am, standing in my bathroom, blushing in front of this man, when the first time I met him