Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 35 – Under the Apple Tree

“So,” Victor says awkwardly, clearing his throat. “How did your date go last night?”

“I didn’t think you cared,” I return. Victor is driving us to a little farm upstate, just for the day. He came to my house yesterday, returning the boys, and asked me to take this little trip so that the boys could get some fresh air and we could “have a little chat.”

I admit, I’m a little nervous to find out what this little chat is about. But overall, I’m happy on any occasion when I get to take my boys somewhere they’ve never been.

He shakes his head. “I’m trying, Evelyn.”

“It was nice,” I say, softening. “We had coffee in town.” He nods his head and the awkward silence returns. Sick of walking on eggshells, I decide to break it.

“You know, I’m not sure I knew you could drive?”

Victor frowns, glancing at me, and then quickly returning his eyes to the road, ever-responsible. “What do you mean?”

“Usually you let the Betas drive,” I say, shrugging as I tease.

“Just because I can afford not to,” Victor says, smirking. “Doesn’t mean I can’t.” With that, he hits the gas and we fly down the road. I laugh and the boys raise their hands in the back seat like they’re on a roller coaster, shrieking with joy.

That’s something about all of us wolves, it must be something innate in our DNA. We love to go fast.

As we pull up to the farm, Ian presses his face and hands to the window, fogging it with his breath. “Wow,” he says, “I can see it. I can see the orchard, I can see…a cow! A chicken! A whole bunch of chickens!”

“Let me seeeee” Alvin whines, pulling against the seatbelt that holds him into his booster seat.

“Calmly, everyone. You’ll all see it soon enough.” Victor pulls into the gravel lot set aside for parking and we both smile as we unpack the car, releasing the boys and gathering up the picnic basket that I’ve packed for the occasion.

“This is amazing,” Alvin says, looking around with wide eyes, hardly knowing where to look first.

“Animals first,” Victor directs, pointing towards a barn. “Then we’ll pick apples and have lunch.”

The boys run off towards the barn, laughing with excitement. “This is so cool,” I say, hoisting the picnic basket higher on my shoulder. “How did you know about it?”

“Actually,” Victor says, grimacing a little. “I kind of…own it.”

“What!?”

says, laughing. “This is an old family property; we’ve leased it to these farmers for generations. They’re not exactly profitable,” he says,

have to buy a lot of apples,” I say. “To help

the boys. He nods to a man at the entrance of the barn, who tips his hat in

is more timid than I expected him to

cows,” Victor chides

little mania in his

eat feed from his hand and petting them

him out of there before he gets attached to every

planted in neat rows, the

so beautiful here,

loved it.

Victor’s pant. “I am hungry,

head forward. “There’s a little hill up here I want

break free of the orchard path and climb a short hill, settling under a gigantic old apple tree that seems to stretch itself as high as it is wide. Victor walks

leaves just showing a hint of

planted generations ago,” Victor says. “But this one

Appleseed planted it!” Alvin says laughing as he and Ian pull themselves up into the branches, climbing higher and

I call after them. “Not too

says, staring up after them. “It brings me a lot of joy to see them

with him in this moment. I let Victor stay with the boys, giving them advice on how to climb higher, and lay out the blanket, spreading out the picnic for the four of us to enjoy. When they’re ready, the boys come over for their lunch, each carrying an armful of apples

did you grow up here?” Ian

day soon. But we came here a lot to learn about the animals, to ride

to ride the

Victor promises. “Today, though, we will just have a nice day.” Alvin nods, but I can see it in his eyes –

chew, savoring the taste of the apple, enjoying the feel of the breeze, listening to it as it whistles through the branches of the ancient tree. There is something special about this place, I decide. I

in the

towards us. Behind her stumble

her, daddy?!” Ian

starting to stand up. Victor puts a hand

still around, and still having puppies. She’s an old friend, she won’t hurt

“Let her sniff your hands first! Before you pet her!” The boys comply, and then sit down with the puppies, letting them

going to be trouble,” I say. Victor nods and laughs along with