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, correcting him, but I

and your sons.” I

several stories into the air, a beautiful hodgepodge of terraces and balconies from individual rooms and suites.

myself, I can’t wait to see it. Amelia’s excellent

dad!” Ian calls behind him, waving to Victor, who

this guy!” Alvin shouts as well, pointing to the butler. I peek over my shoulder and see that Victor is laughing again, clearly happy. I

take the leftmost

as we enter before him. “Mademoiselle Jones had you

meet the butler’s eye and he gives me a small smirk. I laugh a little, pleased, and

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

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

deserve to be admired, and we have staff who are used to cleaning much

him, but pull the boys down nonetheless. I think I’m going to like

anything else, madame?…” the butler

his head and starts for the door, but I stop him

and nods. “Of course. Anything for a lady, such

surely going to be a complicated weekend. I turn to look again at the beautiful falls,

I spin to see a woman standing in my doorway – she must have caught it when the butler left, before it closed. She’s a tall woman, about twenty years older than me, with light brown hair coiled into a neat chignon at the back of her neck. She wears a stunning blue dress. It’s refined, but doesn’t shy from taking the

Evelyn,” she says, the corner of her mouth

“I’m sorry, I don’t

these,” she says, breezing past me and into my suite. “Must be my grandchildren.” She kneels on the ground and opens her arms to my two boys.

Victor’s family, though I knew it

to her. “Are you our other grandmama?”

a new one a little bit ago!” Alvin chimes in, following close on his brother’s heels.

to hear that I am