Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

Chapter 63

#Chapter 63 – Everything According to Plan

“I didn’t mean it,” Amelia gasps, looking down at Ian and tugging his arm to pull him to his feet.

“Owwww!” Ian shouts, howling even louder.

“Just leave him!” Victor says, shooting her a dirty look and crouching down beside his boy. “Are you okay, Ian?”

“My shoulder,” Ian sniffs, “it really hurts.”

“Can you sit up?” Victor gently helps him into a sitting position and then gently probes his right shoulder with his fingers. “Yeah, it’s dislocated, buddy. I’m going to pop it back in, but it’s going to hurt a little. Can you be brave?”

Ian sniffs but nods his head. Victor takes a moment positioning the arm and then gives it a sharp yank. Ian howls louder for a moment and then tests his arm, smiling. “Okay,” he says. “That feels better.”

“You have to go gentle with it,” Victor says, turning his attention to the cut on Ian’s arm. “It’s going to be sore for a couple of days. Come on, let’s go get a Band-Aid on this cut.”

As Victor stands up, he gives Amelia a dirty look.

“It was an accident,” she insists, stomping her foot, her face pale and grave. “He jumped at me – he was flying through the air! Stalking me, like I was his prey!”

“He was just playing around,” Victor says, his voice cold. “You have to communicate to him that he’s going too far, not just knock him around.”

“I didn’t have a chance –“ she insists.

“You dislocated his shoulder, Amelia,” Victor says, raising his voice and ending the debate. “I think there’s room to say that there was another solution to the problem.” With that, he turns, pointing Ian towards the bathroom.

Amelia watches them go, frustration and anger boiling over in her, tears filling up her eyes.

“It’s okay, Amelia,” Alvin says, wrapping his arms around her leg and smiling up at her. “You didn’t mean it.”

she snaps, shaking her leg to dislodge the boy. She can’t take being touched right now, not by one of

her – directly into the sharp debris left by the broken glass. Alvin falls hard on his rump, his

in the glass, crying, staring at

them. “Are you serious, Amelia?”

me!” Alvin whimpers, staring up at her with

didn’t –“ Amelia

gone too far, Amelia,” Victor growls, his snarling teeth inches from her. “I will not let you touch my sons, let you hurt them like

hardly able

neck, careful to keep his hands free. “Come on, buddy,” Victor says gently to Alvin. “Let’s go get you

the bathroom. As they go, Alvin picks his teary face up

but Victor doesn’t mind. He’s exhausted now – exhausted with frustration, and anger, and

boys just trying to play with her, to comfort her, how was she going to be

cream waiting on

needs a

ice cream sit, Victor heads for the bar in the corner and grabs the decanter of whiskey, pouring himself a big serving in his favorite cut-glass tumbler. Then he moves to the freezer, removing one large ice cube that

the back door. “I’ll be back inside in a minute, boys,”

small bandaged hand

heads

the pool, letting the cool air and the whiskey do their work on

the boys, Victor thinks, the more I realize that this is just… not her world. He

Amelia, their mating bond snapped into place almost instantly and, from that moment, they were inseparable. Hardly ever apart, hardly ever out of bed. It had seemed like their lives were so aligned. She

chic, sophisticated. And life with kids…it wasn’t always that. It was frequently the

finds himself thinking. A great mom, but also clever, willful, graceful, with her lightening smile and

let his thoughts go any

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