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.

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

whatever you like for the groomsmen. I told

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

from her, heading towards his office. Amelia follows him, quickening

“But Victor – “

lives now, Amelia. In the summer we were different people. I wasn’t the father of two children, I hadn’t just had a huge upheaval in

“So what, you

breath. “I don’t have time to focus my attention on a party, Amelia. Pick whatever fabrics and trinkets you like.

angry and injured. “It’s a sacred ceremony, where we will be

you want,” Victor murmurs, turning away and entering his office. “Just don’t

in thought. Amelia leans against the door frame for a moment, considering her next steps. Then she slinks forward,

shoulders which, somehow, seem 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

throat and still not looking at

of her hands forward to caress the muscles of his chest. “Such a big,

and grows stiff in his

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 something nice to tear to

turns her head and lightly presses her lips to

growling. “Didn’t I just make it clear that I’m very busy?

between shock and rage. “Fine!” She throws back at him, regaining her composure and stomping for the door. “I’ll plan whatever I want, and you can just deal with it if the entire wedding is pink cupcakes and white