Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 92 – Last Chance

“It was that bad, huh?” Victor says, taking in her determined face. He breathes out a tired sigh and settles down next to her, staring out into the kitchen garden. He’s surprised, a little, at how quickly he went from a frenzy of anxiety to complete calm.

Evelyn huffs a laugh. “Your dad and your brother, Victor,” she says, shaking her head. “They’re real pieces of work. How did you turn out so nice, with them in your lives?”

He shoots her a look from the side of his eye. “You think I’m nice?”

“Well,” she shrugs. “Comparatively. It’s at least been a couple of months since you’ve called me a w***e and suggested I was no better than my sons’ surrogate.”

Victor groans and puts a hand over his face. “God, don’t remind me. I’m so sorry, Evelyn.”

“It’s okay,” she says softly. “I don’t blame you, especially not now, seeing where you come from. At least you came around.”

“And you don’t think they can come around too?” Victor asks, still covering my face.

“I’m not sure,” she says, hesitating, “that it’s really worth the effort to try. They’re not my father-or brother-in-law, after all.”

The two sit quietly for a moment, taking in the peace of the rooftop garden. It’s a beautiful night, balmy and clear, shockingly warm for winter. Victor grimaces, thinking that he should be grateful that he got lucky weather for his wedding weekend, so rare in December. But he isn’t even thinking about his wedding.

“Are you okay?” Evelyn asks softly. Victor pauses for a moment, then slowly swings his head back and forth.

“I’m not really sure.”

“Talk to me,” she says, nudging him with her elbow.

little. “You know, I tried to

hesitates before saying, “did I know you were seeing a

one since you and the boys came into my life. Trying to figure out” he waves a hand in the air, “how to balance all of this, how to bring the boys in, how to talk to Amelia. How to…” he doesn’t finish his sentence, but they both know that Evelyn herself is

get your therapist on

given me a lot of clarity these past couple of weeks.” He leans his head

a therapist,” Evelyn says, laughing a little and perking up.

he says, his brows

back-to-back, you won’t even know it’s me. I promise, you won’t even be talking to Evelyn,” she says. “I’ll be a totally

sighs, but sits up and turns so that their backs face each other. He looks up

me what it is you wanted to talk to your therapist about,” she says, her voice

hated the rehearsal dinner, hated having to give fake smiles to all my family, hated having to tolerate

smiles, considering it’s precisely what his

dropping almost to a whisper. “I’m getting married tomorrow –

silent for a moment, but when he doesn’t continue she prompts him. “And you found you were…not

distracted, because my sons weren’t there, and my family had hurt…my friend’s feelings so much. But the truth is, even if all that had gone away…I’m not

is a long pause before she speaks. “Do you

doesn’t know which woman his therapist is asking about.

soft, almost breathless. Suddenly, he snaps back into reality, into the awareness that it’s Evelyn he’s talking to. Not some impartial

Evelyn stays as she is, her back to him. “You’re never going to find a better match for yourself than your mate,” she says softly. “It’s written for

can she make me happy? Even if she

Evelyn shaking her head, admiring the way that the firelight