Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 69 – Childhood Home

Two hours later, our convoy pulls into my father’s driveway.

Almost before the car stops, I yank off my seatbelt and start to open my door, desperate to know if they’re here.

“Evelyn –“ Victor calls as I jump step out of the car, slamming the door behind me. I hear him open his own door as I quickly scent the air, seeking any sign of my missing children. Then –

“They’re here,” I say, catching a quick whiff of Alvin’s unique scent on the air. Not too old, either. I run for the front steps, Victor close on my tail.

“Evelyn, please,” Victor says as we fly up the steps, “we’ve got to be careful here –“

I ignore him, throwing open my old front door, a door I haven’t seen or touched in six years. Everything is at once familiar and yet also so strange – tiny changes –

I don’t stop to notice them, flying through the hall, calling my boys names.

“Mama!” I hear, a happy noise echoing from the back room that looks over my family’s sprawling property. I run for it, throwing open the door –

And then, suddenly, my boys are in front of me, sitting on the ground in the middle of this old familiar room – my own favorite place to play as a child – a set of books spread out in front of them on the floor.

A cry rips from my throat and I’m on my knees amongst the boys and the books, gathering both of my sons to me in turn, tears slipping down my face as I check over them with my hands and eyes. But from what I can tell, they’re fine – no cuts, no bruises –

“Mama, are you okay?” Alvin asks, worried, putting his hands on my cheeks.

“I’m fine, baby,” I say, laughing a little through my tears.

to me and I can see him doing his own survey of our children, checking to see if they’re

are you upset?” Ian looks between us, ignoring his books as he starts to look around for some kind of

you were, baby,” I say, brushing his sweet cheek softly with my

smiling at me, working to cheer me up. “And grandpapa brought us here, and

woman’s soft voice makes me freeze, wrenching my heart. I don’t move, staring at the floor, wondering if it’s

slowly turn, hardly believing it as I see my own mother and sister standing

many ways, still the same. Still beautiful, refined, with a quiet elegance that I always admired but could never copy. “He told us

didn’t tell you,” my sister says, worry all over her face. Emma, my sweet sister. I shake my head slowly as I take her in. She betrayed me, once, but in so many ways she inherited the terrible life that my father wrote out for

whisper, still staring at them, the two women who are most important to me in the world, who I haven’t laid eyes on in six

can see him wondering if these women had something to do with it or if they were truly

trick, then. Again, I’m so sorry, Evelyn – I thought they were coming here to meet

little laugh, full of derision. “Why would I ever let my boys come here, with him? After

standing on their lids. “I’m so sorry, Evelyn,” she says, reaching out her hands to me.

mother, taking her hands. “There’s nothing to forgive, mama.

face in her shoulder, taking in her lavender verbena scent, a smell I didn’t realize I had missed

side. Her lower lip trembles, her hands pressed together and held anxiously in front of

faltering steps forward, joining our hug. Our mother laughs

crime many times over. I just…I had to stay away, I had to be free of this,” I say, sniffing and pulling

giving me a tremulous smile. “We can see that you have built a

over at my