Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 86 – Christmas

A few days later, Christmas morning dawns with a fresh fall of snow, which I’m glad to see. It’s been so long since we’ve had a white Christmas. It’s the boys’ first, actually.

They came tearing down the stairs at the break of dawn, eager for their presents, but I was ready for them, having slept down here on the couch after setting everything up.

“Mommy!” Ian had said, giving me a big hug. “How did you beat us down here? We woke up so early.”

I laughed and gave both of them a kiss. “I stayed down here all night! I wanted to see if Santa Claus would give me a Christmas kiss.”

The boys wrinkled their noses in disgust, making me laugh harder.

“Don’t kiss Santa,” Ian said, “he’s old.”

“Yeah,” Alvin said, picking up the thread of the conversation as he fell to his knees and started riffling though the wrapped presents. “Besides, you shouldn’t kiss anyone except daddy.”

I raise a hand to my cheek now, remembering that moment a few hours ago when my face had gone red with embarrassed surprise. The three of us had let the moment pass without comment – but still. Why would they say that? They’d never seen me kiss their father – did they somehow know what happened?

Either way, it just deepened my conviction that we need to get out of here. It’s too complicated.

I stand by my little sink now, staring out the back window that overlooks the yard. The boys are out back, chasing each other in the snow with Archie nipping at their heels. I don’t know how they’ve been out there for two hours, but they show no signs of coming in.

Sighing, I turn to the stove and put the kettle on to heat.

Victor sent down a bunch of gifts, of course, but I haven’t seen him since the night of the hunt. Part of me is grateful – it’s easier this way, not having to face him. But the other part…

I glance down at the floor, remembering the feel of it pressed against my cheek, my bare breasts, as Victor knelt behind me, pulling my hips closer –

I shake my head, banishing the thought. Damnit. I can’t let myself remember it like that.

I glance out the window briefly and then do a double take, fear racing through my veins. I start and lean closer to the window, looking everywhere – the boys are gone, nowhere in sight –

Gasping, I push myself away from the counter and head for the door – where could be –

But then the door opens, and the boys stumble in, a cold blast of snow coming with them.

“Oh, thank god,” I say, my heartbeat still pounding with panic in my ears as I clutch my chest and take a deep breath.

“What’s wrong, mommy?” Alvin asks, coming close and staring up in my face.

“Nothing, baby,” I murmur. “I just couldn’t see where you went from the window. It scared me for a second.”

“We’re okay!” Ian says, flashing me his big smile. Archie shakes his fur, sending snow flying.

I take the three of them in and am grateful for the relief that runs through me. It’s fine. Everything is fine. I laugh a little, realizing how silly I’ve been. Things really have been too stressful lately. Inwardly, I can’t wait for Christmas and the wedding to be over so that we can move on from here.

say, “snow clothes off, and then we’ll have a nice hot

in the oven. It’s just a small turkey – the three of us don’t need much – but I can’t help salivating, a little, at the delicious

his eyes droopy with exhaustion from so much excitement and

this question all day and am surprised that it’s just coming

he probably wants to spend Christmas with Amelia. She’s going

we’re his family,” Ian

you always will be,” I say. “But…things might be a little

these changes as they stare into the fire. They’re growing

my blanket, glancing at my watch. The turkey will be finished soon, but I have to admit that a little part of me is sad that Victor has not come down for Christmas. For

it is better this way, I decide. Victor and I should have clear boundaries. I’m grateful that Victor has not shown up, I think, nodding

it creak open. I can’t help the

Christmas, boys,” Victor says, laughing softly as he kneels to give each of them a hug. “I’m sorry it took

says, pounding him on the shoulder with his little

the day with Amelia, and then we did some things for

different after the wedding,” Alvin says, crossing his

and takes off his coat and scarf. “Things will be different. Amelia will be my wife. But we’ll have

eyes with me in the living room. I say nothing, letting him stand

towards the living room as the boys run

Victor says, his voice low, stopping a few paces from me. I see

same craving that I do. Like a starving

to look over at

He rests his back against the couch where I’m sitting. I breathe in

fist, resisting the urge to

it being his hard to

has gone silent. Blinking, I refocus my eyes to see that the boys

eyes, daddy?” Ian asks,

see that he’s clenching

a little, clearing

I’m not alone in this. But then dread coils in my

I’m really excited about the wedding,” Alvin says, fiddling with a toy train

on

I – “ Alvin starts,

voice is low with warning. “You will speak of Amelia with respect. She’s my wife and my Luna, and she’ll

hides his feelings a little better, looking back down at his

frown, surprised to hear him ask. I know that he

Victor says, and I can hear surprise in his voice as well. “Amelia is my mate, so she is my Luna. And

Alvin says slowly, still looking innocuously

as well. Where are they getting

mother is my…very dear friend. And very special to me, because we have