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!?”

to these farmers for generations. They’re not exactly profitable,” he says, shrugging, “but they’re good people, and they make

to buy a lot of apples,” I say. “To

boys. He nods to

TV. Alvin is more timid than I expected him to be, refusing to pet the cow, but Ian we have to stop

ride cows,” Victor

mania in his eyes,

more when we meet the smaller animals, sitting down amongst the rabbits and the chickens, letting them eat feed from his

lunch!” I need to get him out of there before

for what looks like miles. Though they are planted in neat rows, the branches defy their boundaries, reaching out to touch each other

here, Victor,” I say

agrees, “I’ve always loved it. These trees are over one hundred

Victor’s pant. “I

little bit further,” Victor says, nodding his head forward. “There’s a

apple tree that seems to stretch itself as high as it is wide. Victor walks right up beneath it and plucks an apple

upwards through the leafy branches, the leaves just showing a

generations ago,” Victor says.

laughing as he and Ian pull themselves up into

please,” I call after them. “Not

them. “It brings me a lot of joy to

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 to add to

up here?” Ian asks, munching

“I grew up in a big house. I’ll show it to you some day soon. But

to ride the horses!” Alvin

can see it in his eyes – he’s hooked on

close my eyes as I 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

we hear a soft bark in

the path towards us.

play with her, daddy?!” Ian asks, already starting to

up. Victor puts

it’s okay, that’s just Swift,” he says, laughing. “I can’t believe she’s still around, and still having

call “Let her sniff your hands first! Before you pet her!” The boys comply, and

going to be trouble,” I say. Victor nods