Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

Chapter 36

#Chapter 36 – A New Pup

“That’s your dog,” I say, my fingers pressed against my temple as the puppy whines in the back seat. The boys fuss over him, fighting over names.

“We are going to call him Lucky,” says Alvin.

“No. Slug!,” says Ian, laughing.

“You are not naming him Slug,” I say, angry, twisting to glare at the boys. “He has to live his whole life with that name.”

“If it’s my dog,” Victor says, smirking, “Then why do you care?”

I roll my eyes, murmuring “Fine, do whatever you want. But have fun explaining to your constituents why their First Dog’s name is Slug.”

Victor nods, considering. “True. Boys! Slug is off the table.” Alvin cheers and Ian moans.

“Seriously, Victor,” I say, turning to him. “I don’t have the time or the energy to take care of what is essentially a third child. The dog stays with you, in your house.”

He laughs softly and nods. “It’s fine, Evelyn – the dog stays with me. I have a full household staff – we can handle it. It’s just a puppy.”

“Just a puppy,” I say, mocking. “That’s what you thought when you brought these two home,” I gesture over my shoulder with my thumb, “and then called me in a panic saying they were wrecking your house.”

“Ah, that was just first-night jitters. We figured it out.”

With that, we pull into Victor’s driveway just as the sun is starting to set. “Mama, can we stay and have dinner with the doggie? I want to eat out of a bowl on the floor with him!” Victor says, clutching the poor creature to his chest as we walk up the driveway.

“Whatever you want, Ian,” I say, smiling graciously at him. “Stay with the dog in your dad’s house as long as you want.”

“I want to stay too! I want puppy chow!” Alvin says, trying to grab the dog from his brother. Poor pup!, I think as it looks at me with wide eyes. But also, not my problem.

When I come in the door, I see Victor standing by the kitchen island reading a note.

“What’d you get?” I ask, moving to the fridge to grab a cold bottle of water.

“Note from Amelia,” Victor says, looking off into the distance.

“Oh?” I say, studying his face. He’s suddenly glum after being so cheerful all day. “Is everything okay?”

“She’s off to Milan,” he says, shaking his head. “For a couple of days with her girlfriends. Says she needs to ‘get some space.’”

I grimace as I twist open my bottle’s cap. “Guess it’s a good thing she wasn’t here for the arrival of the puppy. Might have sent her overboard.”

I say, deciding to leave him to it. “I’m going to check on the boys, and then head home.” As I make my way to the living room, Victor takes his phone out of his

say, leaning against the door frame and smiling at them. “You’re going

don’t look at me, too distracted by the pup that sits on

Lizard,” Ian says, drawing a string in front of the

“No,” Alvin says, “Merlin.”

for a few more minutes before sneaking out. As I go, I feel my phone buzz in my pocket. I

got a call from your client asking for an impromptu meeting. He says

I think, and hurriedly

few minutes to set

emoji and I hurry into the

I ask, stowing

says, running a worried hand through his

smile. “Please don’t let Ian

me. “No promises,” he says. “It’s my

as I

my closet, I twirl the numbers on the old rotary phone, dialing the line at the office that connects directly to Victor’s cell. It rings several times before he

voice

say. “I apologize for missing your call

he says, “and it’s fine, I apologize for requesting this unscheduled appointment.

murmur, settling in amongst the boots on my

even tell me about it – just took

I say. “Can you tell me in more detail about why this upsets

our life as her reason for needing a break. I’m worried that if she can’t handle this chaos,” he hesitates, “that…well, that she’s

my fingers. “This sounds like you two have different priorities. She wants freedom and fun,

says, after a

her to be on your page?”

he says, more

“that’s

I assume because he’s used to everyone falling into step with his

wants and needs. It sounds to me like every time she tries to express what

little unfair,” he growls,

I ask. “Or is it kind of ‘your way or the highway,’ as the saying goes? I wonder how your relationship would change if you spent more

beginning, that we were going to start a family. It

would actually be to do the opposite. Call her and let her know you hope she’s having fun, send some flowers and wine to

her

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