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.

hands from his waist, putting a hand on his shoulder, obliging him to look at her. “Come on, baby. There’s so much that you need to do, to organize your parts of the wedding. Come pick out the suits for your

laughs sardonically, shaking his head. “Amelia, just pick out whatever you like

lip, looking up into his face, worried that he won’t quite meet her eyes. “Over the

sighing and pulling away from her, heading towards his office. Amelia follows him, quickening her pace to

“But Victor – “

I hadn’t 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

him. “So what, you don’t have time for

time to focus my attention on a party, Amelia. Pick whatever fabrics and trinkets you like. You have excellent taste, you don’t need

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

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

Amelia leans against the door frame for a moment, considering her

rub the tense muscles of his 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 all of

says, clearing his throat and still not

says, lowering her head to whisper in his ear, sliding one of her hands forward

and grows

with though,” she whispers, her voice honied. “I’ve got all of this wedding lingerie to pick through, all

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

out of his seat and she jumps back, stumbling and shocked. He whirls on her, growling. “Didn’t I just make it clear that I’m very busy? Please! Leave me to my work! Stop distracting me with all

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