Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 78 – Late Night Chats

Two hours later, I pour Victor his fifth glass of whiskey.

“This has gotta be the last one, Evelyn,” he says, his words only slightly slurred. But his face is happy, a little pink from laughter and drink.

“Penultimate, at best,” I say, winking at him and making sure it’s an extra-generous pour.

“Enough!” he says, laughing and pulling his drink away so that just a little whiskey spills on the floor. “You’re trying to get me drunk, woman.”

“That is the name of the game,” I say, wrinkling my nose at him.

We’re still settled on the couch, long ago having carried the whiskey decanter, an extra bottle of wine, and some snacks over to the coffee table so that we don’t have to get up for refills. I’m wrapped in my favorite white knit blanket, curled up amongst the pillows, but Victor clearly feels no such need for warmth.

He’s seated casually, close to me, his one arm stretched along the back of the couch, the other holding his whiskey glass steady on his knee. His long body lounges, one of his legs stretched on the floor, the other tucked up beneath him. He’s smiling at me and I smile back, pleased to see him having some fun.

“When’s the last time you did something like this,” I say, taking another sip of wine.

“Like what?” he asks.

I shrug. “Like stayed up late, drinking, talking. Holding court in your own little secret pocket of the world, where nobody knows you’re here, where you can say anything you want and know that you’ll be heard.”

Victor shrugs and looks down at his glass. “I can’t remember,” he says, but I sense that he’s lying. “What about you?” he asks, meeting my gaze again.

“Me and Delia used to do it sometimes,” I say, smiling at the memory. “In graduate school, when the boys were really little. They’d go to bed and we’d share a bottle and talk about all the things we wanted to do with our lives. It was nice.”

I give him a little kick. “So tell me,” I say. “I know you were lying before when you said you don’t remember.”

was probably that night with you, six years ago.

I remember…other things, from that evening. But it’s true, we did stay up talking, laughing, until the

awkwardly. “You and Amelia, you guys never…” I gesture around

like…deep conversations. We agree on pretty much everything, so it almost feels like…there’s not much to be said.” He shrugs and taps

further awkward subjects, I rush to lighten the mood. “Well, I’m pleased to be the one to usher you back into the tradition of

looks me dead in the face and raises an eyebrow. “As I recall it, we didn’t do that much talking,

tongue. I laugh at him, blatantly. “We did too talk!” I say, kicking him again. “We talked about all sorts of things, in between…” here I do blush, a little bit, but

low. “I

studying him in the darkness, as he stares at his drink, in this secret moment where it feels like

But I break it.

you remember?” I ask,

gaze to meet my eyes. Then he takes a long swallow of whiskey. “I remember the way my mouth went dry, seeing you cross the room in that ridiculous scrap of silk you were pretending was a

glass up against my mouth, enjoying the cool feeling of it against my lips. “Must have been thirsty. I remember you trying to get away from me, after we started dancing. Were you going

you.” He fastens my eyes with his

in, I breathe in, so that we are almost as

my glass of wine. Then, I declining to pay attention to the logical thoughts pounding in

my shoulders, , closing my eyes and slipping my

this point – something primal, true, real – something that makes me want – need – to be close to him in this moment. “I wanted you too,”

voice low, a sensuous growl. I can feel his tension and

We can’t. But we can have this moment. Please, don’t say anything. Don’t make me get up, just for a moment. Let’s stay just like

arm from the top of the couch to rest lightly on my back. He relaxes and I feel him lean forward to breathe in the

finally letting the memories of the past two days come back to me, finally feeling safe

don’t know, Evie,” he says, slowly beginning to stroke