Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins
Chapter 39
#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.
the room and lifting each boy down from the countertop. “How did you get
rolling his eyes at me and running for the back door. He pulls it open. “Hi Dad,” he says,
the head. Amelia follows him in, smiling at the boys and clearly waiting for a greeting that they don’t give. She stands awkwardly
flowers are so pretty,
kitchen. “It’s very…quaint in here.
smile on my face. I know what Amelia, who is wearing ten-thousand-dollar
am hungry!” Ian 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
squeals with laugher as his dad carries him into the living room. Alvin chases after, shouting that he, too, is
jumps a little, surprised, and smiles her thanks. I move to the
bowl of greens out of the fridge. “Or, something else? I think we have
already set out. “I have to be in Bolivia soon, for a shoot. Are we…eating in here? Would
to the four white chairs around the little white table, a set that I trash picked and painted when the boys
“That’s…great,” she mumbles, “that
work from where you work,” I say laughing, setting plates at the table. “Bolivia sounds amazing. What are
it, the boys rush into the kitchen to wash their hands. Victor happily takes his seat at the head of the table, not bothering
as Amelia tells me more about her co-models, the photographers, and the boys tell Victor about their day at
is going perfectly well until
at his salad. “Can I have some of the white sauce? This is
dressing,” I say, beginning to push
closer.” As she stands up, I’m momentarily grateful that we’re getting along – that she seems to be warming to me –
move in slow motion as I see him slip a foot out from under the table, catching Amelia
on the counter as she goes down.
who rolls over on the ground and reveals a gash above her eyebrow, seeping blood. “Oh god,” I say, reaching for the
“ Amelia mumbles, reaching up with a shaking hand to touch the warm blood
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 eyes and silent lips. I shake my head at them, my glare threatening.
one did it,” she says, pointing at Alvin. “He tripped me, he did it on
did NOT,” Alvin lies, stomping his foot and
my mom’s urge to comfort overwhelming my desire
face stern as she cries softly and holds the paper towel
done wrong, but my heart goes
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