Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 39 – Family Drama

The next morning, I wake up on Victor’s couch. It was such a disastrous end to a great date, I think, rubbing my head and yawning. Archie jumps up on the couch, giving me enthusiastic morning kisses, and I pet his precious face, cooing goodmorning to him but trying not to let him lick me quite so much.

“I thought it was my dog,” Victor says, and I turn to see him leaning against the doorframe, smirking at me.

“It was supposed to be your dog,” I say, standing and wrapping the throw blanket around myself. “I can’t help it if I’m just more lovable than you. Poor pup couldn’t resist.”

Victor laughs and whistles for the dog, who trots over to say good morning too. Victor gives him some scratches on his bum and Archie prances happily.

“I’ve increased patrols on your house,” Victor says, straightening up as the dog goes to look for the boys. “I apologize, I didn’t think to have a guard set while you were away. It won’t happen again.”

“Victor,” I say, running a hand through my hair, worried. “She knows where I am now…and she’s nuts. And that’s my professional diagnosis, which I don’t hand out easily.”

“It’s nothing my team can’t handle,” Victor says, turning to the kitchen, confident in his control. “She’s just one woman. If I couldn’t keep you safe from that, I don’t deserve my place as Alpha.”

I follow him into the kitchen, nodding and seeking coffee. I decide to trust him and not push any further, but I have to admit – I’m still wary. Emily is crafty and apparently determined.

“I’ll have a glazier come by this morning, to fix the window,” Victor says, handing me a mug and filling it with coffee. I accept and smile at him.

“Thank you for organizing that. Please send me the bill.”

He huffs and nods sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

“It’s my house, Victor, these are my problems.”

“And as your landlord,” he says, handing me the pitcher of cream, “it’s my job to cover incidental repairs.”

“But this wasn’t incidental –“

“Please, Evelyn,” he says, his voice deep and serious. “Don’t fight me on this. I told you I’d keep you safe. This was a breach of that promise. Let me make it right.”

I consider for a moment, and then nod. “At least let me have you and Evelyn over for dinner tonight,” I say, stirring the cream into my coffee with the spoon Victor hands me. “To say thanks.”

“We would love to,” he agrees.

“I don’t want her in my house,” I hear Alvin whisper to Ian as I walk into the kitchen that evening. They’re peeking through the kitchen window at Victor and Amelia coming across the lawn. Of course, being able to look out the back window means they’re both standing in the sink.

I say, quickly crossing the room and lifting each boy down from

climbed mom. Duh.” Ian says, rolling his eyes at me and running for

and clearly waiting for a greeting

over to her. “These flowers are so pretty, thank you for thinking of us,” I say, giving

them,” she murmurs, looking around my kitchen. “It’s very…quaint in here. I haven’t seen it

face. I know what Amelia, who is wearing ten-thousand-dollar diamond earrings for a casual dinner, thinks of things that are quaint. “Are you guys hungry?!

says, jumping

smiles and puts a hand on his head. “I am too. Are we having, by any chance, jumping beans for dinner?!” With this, he scoops the bouncing Ian up into his arms and pretends to

Alvin chases after,

the boys, slightly horrified. She jumps a little, surprised, and smiles her thanks. I move to the oven, checking on the casserole, which is browning nicely on the top.

take oil and basalmic on your salad?” I ask her, taking the big bowl of greens out of the

kitchen table, where the knives and forks are already set out. “I have to be in Bolivia soon, for a shoot. Are we…eating in

the four white chairs around the little white

realizing her mistake. “That’s…great,” she mumbles, “that

you work,” I say laughing, setting plates at the

wash their hands. Victor happily takes his seat at the head of the table, not bothering to consider if he should defer it to me in my own home. I smirk, knowing I was going to

co-models, the photographers, and the boys tell Victor about their day at school. I heap salad on the

going perfectly well

Ian whines, picking plaintively at his salad. “Can I have some of the

say, beginning to

momentarily grateful that we’re getting along – that she seems to be warming to

him slip a foot out from under the

five inch stilettoes, stumbles and trips. She puts out her hands to catch herself but misses, hitting her face on the counter as she goes down. Alvin gasps, horror filling

I hiss. “We’re going to have a talk about this.” I move to help Amelia, who rolls over on the ground

up with a shaking hand to touch the warm blood on her

I leave them to it, turning to glare at my boys, who are standing side-by-side with wide eyes and silent lips. I

she says, pointing at Alvin. “He

Alvin lies, stomping his foot and bursting

moving towards him, my mom’s urge to comfort overwhelming my

Victor’s voice booms out behind us. We all turn to see him kneeling next to Amelia, his face stern as she cries softly and holds the paper towel to her

has done wrong,