Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 27 – Restless Nights

It’s two o’clock in the morning, and I can’t sleep. I sigh and sit up. I’ve tried everything I can think of – lavender oil, a glass of wine, counting sheep – but I just can’t do it. The house is too…quiet. Not that the boys have made much of a disturbance in their sleep since they were babies, but somehow I just know that they’re not here. And it’s killing me.

Sighing, I swing my legs out of bed and stand up, peering out the window at the back of my room. I can barely see Victor’s house through the trees. Tonight, though, in the darkness I can clearly see that Victor’s house still has its lights on. What the heck is going on? It’s two o’clock in the morning, it should be pitch black over there.

I frown. Did Victor ignore me when I told him that the boys have a strict bedtime of 9 pm? 10, at the latest, as a special treat? God, they’re going to bed dead tomorrow, and we have so much to do.

I storm down the stairs, grabbing a blanket off the couch to wrap around me, and head out the back door. Deep inside, I know that I’m not really worried about the twins being kept up late. But this doesn’t stop me from making my way across my yard, through the trees, and onto Victor’s property.

When I step into Victor’s yard, a figure steps out of the brush to my left. “Halt!”

I jump, suppressing a scream, as I realize that it’s just one of his Betas.

“I’m sorry,” I say, “It’s just me, it’s Evelyn. I’m just coming to check on my boys.”

The Beta has a quick, muffled conversation with someone through the speaker on his shoulder and then nods to me. “That’s all right.” He fades back into the darkness.

Shaking my head at this level of security, and how many jump scares they’ve put me through in the past two days, I make my way past the pool and up to the house.

Inside the house is quiet, and I’m ashamed, a little, at my consideration that Victor may have kept the boys up. Clearly, the house is asleep.

“Hey,” says a voice across the kitchen. I turn and notice Beta Edgar sitting at the kitchen’s wide island, a cup of coffee in his hands.

“Oh, hi,” I say, awkwardly. “Um, I came because…”

He smiles at me warmly. “Do you need a reason?”

I laugh a little and step closer to him, leaning on the far side of the island. “Well, knowing Victor, I probably do.” I lower my voice, imitating him, “What are you doing here, Evelyn? Did you make an appointment? Don’t know you my schedule is booked solid for the next five weeks?”

Edgar laughs a little and I grimace, “Sorry. I shouldn’t make fun of your boss,” I say. “That’s unfair.”

“No, it’s okay,” Edgar says, “he’s actually…a lot easier than some of the other Alphas. He’s strict, don’t get me wrong. But he’s fair, and he treats us like people.”

“Good,” I say softly. I look up the stairs, wondering about my kids. “So, how did tonight go? Are they okay?”

“They’re fine,” Edgar says. “There’s nothing to worry about. They pigged out, had a lot of laughs, and then Victor put on a movie for them in their room. Asleep by ten.”

say, raising

my expression. “It’s really something.

stool next to him.

tonight. And also,” he

the door with surprise. “Why didn’t he

so that he could spend the evening with the boys, but he won’t go to sleep

“Does

to bed until the

always thought he was just another rich boy, inheriting

about you,” Edgar says, interrupting

you know,” I say, smiling at him and shrugging. “Mom stuff.

long time?” Edgar

not

he says, standing up and walking over to the machine. “If you’re going to be up, may as

narrowing his eyes

our friend,” Alvin replies. “But I don’t like the

always do – though they hadn’t yet told her how well they

see us”

now he captured her, and won’t let her come see our new room,

Edgar talking to mama.”

one, slink silently down the stairs

laughing. “I can see you there, as a teenager, dancing

too, surprised that she’s opening up so much. “The pennies didn’t buy much,” she says, shrugging, “just a couple of croissants, but it was an amazing

moment, smiling at Evelyn, before saying, “well, I’m sorry you didn’t get to

smiles back. “Thank you, Edgar, I’m

out? To hear more stories about Paris? About your life?”

throat. Both turn at once to see Victor standing there, his arms crossed, glaring at them. Edgar leaps to his feet, saluting. “Sir!,” he

says, and Edgar snaps his arms to his side. “Don’t you have

Edgar, turning on his heel and heading out

to Evelyn, who still sits at his counter, grasping

are you doing here,

the lights on. I came to make sure the boys were in bed, that you weren’t keeping them