Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

Chapter 45

#Chapter 45 – Camping trip 2

Alvin and Ian are thrilled with the spot, running around and checking out every detail. I smile, watching them, taking joy in their joy. As I watch them, a friendly Beta comes over and presses a cup of warm cider into my hand, giving me a small smile as he does so.

“Thank you,” I say, pressing a hand to my chest. “Thank you so much.” All of the Betas have been so kind to me – I feel suddenly guilty that I haven’t learned as many of their names as I should. I make a note to remedy this as I take a sip from my tin cup. I’m surprised – and, I admit, a bit thrilled – to note that there’s a strong hint of whiskey mixed in with the apple.

The Betas rush around the camp, unloading a massive number of supplies from the trucks. Victor strides around, directing the Betas seamlessly, clearly happy and in his element.

I look around for Amelia and laugh, a little, when I see that she’s already sitting in a camping chair by the unlit fire, wrapped in a blanket and rubbing bug spray on herself while she listens to her headphones. She has her feet tucked up beneath her, clearly working hard to touch as little of the nature as possible. Well, to each her own.

I walk over to Edgar and lean against his arm. He smiles down at me. “Have you tried this cider yet? It’s fantastic.”

“No drinking on the job,” he says, winking at me and pointing at the pistol strapped to his belt.

“Are you seriously working?” I say, frowning at his utility belt and looking up into his face. “You’ve technically been on duty for 48 hours now. Haven’t you earned a break?”

Edgar runs a finger along my jawline, all the way up to my chin. “No breaks until you’re all set up, which means perfectly safe and at home. Plus,” he says, looking out into the forest and pretending to put on a serious stare, “Victor pays seriously good overtime.”

I laugh and take another sip of my drink. “Fine,” I say, “more whiskey for me.”

Alvin runs over to me, wrapping his arms around my leg and beaming up at me. “Mama, I love it here. How long are we staying? Can we stay for a month?”

“I have no idea, baby. But I doubt it. Ask your dad.”

“DADDDD,” Alvin shouts, his voice full of excitement and joy. Victor turns towards us happily and starts to walk over.

“Don’t shout, baby,” I say to Alvin, putting a hand on his head.

“Let him shout,” Victor says, shrugging. “We’re completely alone out here.”

all around for any signs of civilization. There’s nothing

Victor shrugs. “We came here as children, the boys of the

I ask. “Are you telling me…do you own this land too?” I stare

preserve.

a place where you can hang out with all your buddies and howl at

more right

together, the Betas begin to fade away. At first there were what, fifty? Soon the numbers dwindle to thirty,

all the Betas going?”

Some will stay very close, but others will go miles out into the woods with their own little pup

anxiety. “That’s…a lot

to serve. Plus, free camping trip. Most of us love this

shouts. I look around, frowning, trying to see where he’s gone. I can’t see him,

into a tree and, sneaky as a squirrel, has edged out on a branch until he’s directly above me. “Well, look at you, little monkey,” I say, smiling. “You’d better be careful,

me,” Ian says, smiling

in delight and scurries further out on his branch as Edgar begins to climb slowly up. “Stay away from me, you

their fun but worried, as always, for their

at them.

down from the branches. Victor moves beneath Ian just as he hangs from the lowest branch, tickling him under the

Ian shouts, again

his face close to Ian’s conspiratorially as he carries him to

than it has any right to be. It’s just beans and hotdogs, potatoes wrapped in tinfoil baked in the fire, and – yum – more whiskey and cider, but something about eating it out in the open air makes it so much more

the story of this place, barely getting a bite of food in as he talks. We’re all captivated by him – he is lit up by this

chair, but she’s taken her headphones off. She even laughs along with everyone else at

place,” Victor says, his voice low and spooky, “where

dramatically and we all laugh, unable to tell if they’re

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