Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 64 – Wedding Planning

Victor looks out the kitchen window, staring across the back yard, beyond the pool, towards the trees that separate his house from the cottage out back. Winter is starting to take its grip on the landscape, stripping the trees of their brown leaves so that, day by day, a little bit more of the cottage is revealed. And day by day, Victor finds himself further drawn to this kitchen window, staring out towards the back.

It’s only three weeks until his wedding, Victor knows. But still, he’s having trouble building excitement, seeing it, really, as a reality. The event itself is scheduled to take place between Christmas and New Year, but Victor spends far more of his time thinking about how he will spend his first Christmas with his boys. Christmas morning, unwrapping presents by the tree, Evelyn laughing…

Victor sips his coffee, lost in his thoughts, ignoring the people who bustle behind him. People whom Amelia has hired for what is supposed to be the most important day of his life. They’re here all the time – consulting, measuring, hanging, removing. He hardly notices them anymore.

In the distance, Victor notes the warm yellow lights turning on in Evelyn’s kitchen. He wonders, passingly, if she’s cooking dinner. Or perhaps that man is back – his own Beta, damnit – and she’s entertaining him again…

Victor grits his teeth and pushes the thought from his mind. He notices that the back door swings open and two dark heads run into the yard, chasing the black-and-white blur that is Archie. Victor smiles, pleased to see his sons playing, enjoying the fresh winter air.

Plus, if they’re home, Evelyn certainly can’t be…

Damnit. He brushes a hand over his face, rubbing his eyes, working to clear his mind again, but it’s an effort, to say the least. He can’t keep thinking about that man’s hands on her, the way it ripped his heart –

“Victor,” Amelia comes up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head between his shoulder blades. “What are you doing over here?”

“Nothing,” he murmurs, putting his coffee down on the counter but not turning around.

“Well come with me,” she says, peeking around to his front and giving him a smile. “There’s so much to do, you can help me with –“

“Just because I’m not doing anything doesn’t mean I need you to fill my time,” Victor says, not looking down at her.

drops her hands from his waist, putting a hand on his shoulder, obliging him to look at her. “Come on, baby. There’s so much

his head. “Amelia, just pick out whatever you like for the groomsmen. I told you that days

looking up into his face, worried that he won’t quite meet her eyes. “Over the summer, you were so excited about

and pulling away from her, heading towards his office. Amelia

“But Victor – “

just had a huge upheaval in my Beta force, I hadn’t invested a massive portion of my finances in a school…” Victor shakes his head again, pressing the hell of his hand to his left eye, working to stave off a

and glares at him. “So what, you don’t

don’t have time to focus my attention on a party, Amelia. Pick whatever

Amelia breathes, her words angry and injured. “It’s a sacred ceremony, where we will

murmurs, turning away and entering his office. “Just don’t bother me with it

desk, turning on his computer and flipping through some papers, clearly lost in thought. Amelia leans against the door frame for a moment, considering her next steps. Then she slinks forward, moving behind Victor and putting

to be growing more tense under her touch. “I didn’t think about it that way, didn’t think about all the stresses that you’re under. You’re right, I can handle all of this wedding stuff for the

clearing his throat and

so lucky to have you,” Amelia says, lowering her head to whisper in his ear, sliding one of her hands forward to caress the muscles of his chest. “Such a big, strong, capable Alpha

and grows

though,” she whispers, her voice honied. “I’ve got all of this wedding lingerie to pick through, all sorts of soft and silky things…maybe you can help me pick out

of a growl growing under her hand. Encouraged, she turns her head and lightly presses her lips to the soft

growling. “Didn’t I just make it clear that I’m very busy? Please! Leave me to my work! Stop distracting me with

“Fine!” She throws back at him, regaining her composure and stomping for the