Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 61 – Commitment

When I get to the auditorium, I peek through the red burgundy curtain out at the crowds. Most of the children at the twins school are human, with human parents, so I scent the air quickly, seeing if I can detect any wolf’s presence in the room…

No, no hint of his cold tobacco and whiskey smell. But there is a familiar lemon scent on the breeze. I find myself smiling, despite my worry, my eyes going straight to Edgar at the back. He sees me, smirks, and waves.

I close the curtains and head around to the set of steps at the side of the stage, hurrying down them and into the auditorium itself. I rush down the aisle, throwing my arms around Edgar when I see him. He laughs lightly and returns my hug, making sure to keep his camcorder safe from my rushing body.

“Happy to see me, hey?” He says, giving me a squeeze.

“Yes, always happy to see you,” I murmur, feeling warmed by his safe, steady presence. Still, I look over his shoulder and scan the entering crowd. “For another reason too, though, today.”

Edgar pulls back and looks at my face, worried. “What’s up?”

I roll my eyes, hoping to let him know that I’m overreacting. “The twins did something really dumb. They emailed my dad, they invited him to come today –“

“What!?” He looks around, going into Beta mode in an instant, scanning the crowd for threats.

“No, I think it’s okay – I don’t think he’s here. They just sent it to whatever public email they found on his website, I’m sure it got pushed away into his trash folder –“

“You shouldn’t assume that, Evelyn,” Edgar says, continuing to look around. “We would never miss something like that for Victor.”

“Yes, but my dad has a notoriously small and crappy Beta force,” I say. “Which is why he’s lost a lot of his power in recent years.”

Edgar hmms low in his throat, confirming what I’ve said, and completing his scan. “I think you’re right,” he says, glancing at his watch. “The play starts in a few minutes. I think if he was going to come, he’d be sitting in the front row, demanding attention.”

“Okay.” I said, exhaling with relief. “I’m glad you agree. We’ll tell Victor when we get home – but there’s nothing we can do now. Let’s just enjoy the play.”

Edgar nods and smiles at me, working – I can tell – to lower his guard and relax. It’s against his instincts, I know, but I appreciate that he’s doing it for my sake. I wrap him in another hug.

into his shoulder as the beginning strains of music

says, wrapping me in his arms and rubbing

so good to me,”

curtains pull back, and the kids begin

The boys refuse to take off their costumes, having a good time playing a new game they’ve invented called “turkey hunt.” It mostly consists of Ian hiding, Alvin finding him, chasing

and I

funny,” Edgar says, chuckling, his eyes following them

think Victor and I are stupid people, but…” I raise

to tell stories about magic like that.

my head to the side. “My father didn’t like us being told stories like that. He thinks of us as purely genetic anomalies, says all the magic talk is nonsense. What

of me that wants to believe in a little bit of

and

I say, gesturing towards them with my mug. “But, in different circumstances, with the right guy…”

looks away, a big smile on his face. I can tell that he’s pleased by my

says, looking down at

you too, Edgar,” I say, leaning forward so that my elbows

with that.” He looks me in the eye then, and I can tell what he means. He’s not talking about the purely physical aspect of our relationship – though he’s not not talking about that. And frankly, I’m shocked that we haven’t

Edgar,” I say, smiling

take you out tomorrow,” he says, reaching across the table and taking my

a little squeeze. “And then you come back here afterwards,” I say. “I’ll ask

says. “I honestly can’t wait.” Edgar smiles at me broadly then, his whole heart in his eyes. I laugh and cross the short distance between us, folding myself into

form his briefly to whisper the

Ian finally consenting to have the beak wiped from his face – I tumble into my own bed, grabbing my phone so I can text Victor to ask him if the boys can sleep over tomorrow. Surprisingly, there’s a text