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!?”

generations. They’re

of apples,” I say. “To help

boys. He nods to a man at the

have an incredible time, meeting animals they have only before seen in books and on TV. Alvin is more timid than I expected him to be, refusing to pet the cow, but Ian we have

don’t ride cows,”

mania

chickens, letting them eat feed from his hand and petting them softly.

for lunch!” I need to get him out of there before he gets attached to every small, furry

Though they are planted in neat rows, the branches defy their boundaries, reaching out to touch each other across the dirt lanes between them, creating a delicate arch over

so beautiful here,

it. These trees

Victor’s pant. “I

little bit further,” Victor says, nodding his head forward. “There’s a little hill up here I want you

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 right

leafy branches, the leaves just showing

farmers 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

after them. “Not too

them. “It brings me a lot of

them advice on how to climb higher, and lay out the blanket, spreading out

did you grow up

house. I’ll show it to you some day soon. But we came here a lot to learn about the

want to ride the

we will just have a nice day.” Alvin nods, but I can see it in

breeze, listening to it as it whistles through the branches of

bark in the distance.

my eyes, looking around, and see a black-and-white shepherd dog pacing up the path towards us. Behind

we go play with her, daddy?!” Ian

stand up. Victor puts a hand

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

hands first! Before you pet her!” The boys

watching them. “Oh geeze, this is going to be trouble,” I say. Victor nods and laughs along with me, scratching Swift when she comes over to say