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.

crossing the room and lifting each boy down from the

rolling his eyes at me and running for the back door. He pulls it open. “Hi Dad,”

at the boys and clearly waiting for a greeting that they don’t give. She stands awkwardly for

her. “These flowers are so pretty, thank you for thinking of

she murmurs, looking around my kitchen. “It’s very…quaint in

face. I know what Amelia, who is wearing ten-thousand-dollar diamond earrings for a casual dinner, thinks of things that

hungry!” Ian says,

head. “I am too. Are we having, by any chance, jumping beans for dinner?!” With this, he scoops the bouncing Ian up into

living room. Alvin chases after, shouting

Amelia’s hand as her eyes follow the boys, slightly horrified. She jumps a little, surprised, and smiles her thanks. I move to the oven, checking

the big bowl of greens out of the fridge. “Or, something else? I

table, where the knives and forks are already set out. “I have to be in

four white chairs around the little white table, a set that I trash picked and painted when the boys were young and getting too big for their

she mumbles, “that way you can work from

say laughing, setting plates at the table. “Bolivia sounds amazing. What

me about her upcoming swimsuit shoot, I take the casserole out of the oven and place it carefully on the table. Smelling it, the boys rush into the kitchen to 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

about her co-models, the photographers, and the boys tell Victor about their day at school. I heap salad on the boys’ plates, insisting on greens before cheese, and

is going perfectly well until it

plaintively at his salad. “Can I have some of the

ranch dressing,” I say, beginning to push back my

she stands up, I’m momentarily grateful that we’re getting along – that she seems to be warming to me

see him slip a foot

misses, hitting her face on the counter as she goes down. Alvin gasps, horror filling his eyes as he sees

going to have a talk about this.” I move to help Amelia, who rolls over on the ground and reveals

reaching up with a shaking hand to touch the

is suddenly at her side, taking the paper towels from me and helping her to sit up. I leave them to it, turning to glare at my boys, who are standing side-by-side with wide

too. “That one did it,” she says, pointing at Alvin. “He tripped

did NOT,” Alvin lies, stomping his foot and bursting into tears.

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

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

know that he has done