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.

I can see him doing his own survey of

books as he starts to look around for some kind of threat. “Did something

say, brushing his sweet cheek softly with my knuckles, my tears starting to dry up. “We were

working to cheer me up. “And grandpapa brought us here, and we got to see all these cool books, and we

the woman’s soft voice makes me freeze, wrenching my heart. I don’t move, staring at the floor, wondering if it’s possible. But from the corner of my eye I see Victor turn sharply towards

another woman’s voice this time. I gasp at this one and then slowly turn, hardly believing it as I see my own mother

grey in her hair, more fine lines around her eyes – but in so many ways, still the same. Still beautiful, refined, with a quiet

had no idea that he 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 me. In so many ways we look like twins ourselves, with our dark hair and slight figures. But her face

women who are most important to me in

my father. I can see him wondering if these women had something to

“He played you a dirty trick, then. Again, I’m so sorry,

I ever let my boys come here, with him? After what

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

hands. “There’s nothing to forgive, mama. You didn’t do anything at all. I know that it’s his pride that’s to blame for everything

soft sob, my mother wraps me in her arms and I bury my face in her

my mother’s side. Her lower lip trembles, her hands pressed together and held anxiously in front of her. “Please, Evelyn, can you forgive me as well? I have so much more to apologize for than our mother, but if you

my arm to her and she takes two faltering steps forward, joining our hug. Our mother laughs softly and I join her in

away, I had to be free of this,” I say, sniffing and pulling back

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

my two sons. Victor still stands quietly, watching us all, wariness in