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 call my therapist tonight. But she didn’t pick

then hesitates before saying, “did I know

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

you couldn’t get your therapist on the

used her. She’s given me a lot of clarity these past couple of weeks.” He leans his head on the

says, laughing a little and

says, his

even know it’s me. I promise, you

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

talk to your therapist about,” she says, her voice

skyward. “I just…hated tonight. I hated the rehearsal dinner, hated having to give fake smiles to all my family, hated having to tolerate my dad

smiles, considering it’s precisely what his therapist

a really happy night,” he continues, his voice dropping almost to a whisper. “I’m getting married tomorrow – it should have been…all about me and Amelia, the woman I love, being excited about

but when he doesn’t continue she prompts him. “And you found

all,” he says, his voice rough with disappointment. “I guess I was 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 sure I’d have been excited

is a long pause before she speaks. “Do

woman his therapist is

back into reality, into the awareness that it’s Evelyn he’s

find a better match for yourself than your mate,” she

if she doesn’t want what I want?

admiring the way that the