Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 88 – Meeting the Family

When we arrive over an hour later, the boys are thrilled, but everyone else is, I think, feeling the strain. The boys spent the rest of the ride continuing to needle Amelia about little things, despite Victor and my equal attempts at intervention.

I may not like the girl, but it’s her wedding – she doesn’t deserve to be tortured just because the boys are bitter that their father has chosen her over me.

I bite my tongue at this thought, unwilling to admit…well. That’s all beside the point.

As I climb out of the van I can feel a little mist in the air. Curious, I walk a few steps around the van towards a great rushing sound and gasp, taking in the sight of the gigantic waterfall that plunges from a cliff face several stories above us. It’s absolutely breathtaking.

“Whoaaa!” Ian shouts, running over towards the rail that separates the wedding facility from the plunging cataract. “That’s incredible!”

“It’s so cool!” Alvin shouts, following him. “Mom! Can I go over it in a barrel!?”

“What!?” I shout, horrified at the idea. I stride over to them, grabbing both their hands.

“It’s safe!” Alvin whines.

“We watched a documentary about Niagara Falls!” Ian continues the protest.

“None of that,” I say, stern, eager to knock this idea out of their heads. “Absolutely no more conversation on that point. Waterfalls are for looking, not for touching.”

I haul them back to a smirking Victor, who stands by the van. “To be fair,” he says, “at their age I would have had the same impulse.”

“Encourage them any more,” I mutter, “and I’ll shove you into the barrel myself.”

He laughs and then turns away to help Amelia begin to unload the bags. Spotting our own luggage by the side of the van, I bring the boys over to grab it. As we turn back towards the venue, we see a man dressed in black tails walking over to us.

“Madame Ortega, I presume?” He asks.

in my head,

face of the venue. “We have a suite prepared for you and your sons.” I pop up the handle of my suitcase and nod to him again, starting to follow him in to the splendid manor

The main drive circles at the foot of the falls but the building itself climbs several stories into the air, a beautiful hodgepodge of terraces and balconies from individual rooms and suites. The ballroom, I know, from Amelia telling us perhaps a

Amelia’s excellent taste has again won out.

Ian calls behind him, waving to Victor,

I peek over my shoulder and see that Victor is laughing again,

to a stand of elevators which stretch to the left and the right of the front desk. We take the leftmost elevator, all

leftmost door and bows slightly as we enter before him. “Mademoiselle Jones had you listed for a more junior suite, in the floors below, but when I saw the important role that the boys had in the wedding,

I meet the butler’s eye and he gives me a small smirk. I laugh a little, pleased, and remind myself to ask Victor to

the couch, his hands and face pressed against the windows behind it which – oh, wow – look directly into the cascading

“Don’t touch the windows – you’re going to get them all

admired, and we have

my gratitude at him, but pull the boys down nonetheless. I think

there’s anything else, madame?…” the

starts for the door, but I stop him with a hand on his arm. “Really,” I say, holding his

and nods. “Of course. Anything for a

a deep sigh, steeling myself for what is surely going to

tall woman, about twenty years

must be Evelyn,” she says, the corner of her mouth lifting into a wry

“I’m

me and into my suite. “Must be my grandchildren.” She kneels on the ground and opens her arms to my two boys. “Come and see me,” she calls,

face pales. I’ve been long dreading meeting Victor’s family, though I knew it would be inevitable. I

our other grandmama?” Ian says,

following close on his brother’s heels. “She’s got grey hair, though. Yours

and throaty sound. “Well, I am pleased to hear that I am