Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 110 – New Year’s Day

New Year’s Eve comes faster than I thought it could. The invitations to our last-minute party came back in a flurry, with Alphas cancelling their other plans to come to ours in a waterfall of RSVPs. They’re still curious, I think, to catch up on the drama after Victor’s almost-wedding.

I’ve barely had time to think in the past two days, but as I stand outside Victor’s house, where I’ve arranged my half of the party, I can’t help but think that I’ve done an amazing job.

We flipped a coin two days ago, Bridgette and I, to see how we’d split up the party area. This is how Henry wanted it – an even split, one party inside, another outside, to see where the guests would gravitate. We’d flipped the coin, but I didn’t care where it landed. I knew what I was taking either way.

“Oh great, heads!” Bridgette had laughed, clapping her hands. “I win! Oh, thank god, I pick inside. No way I’m going to try to throw a party outside in the winter.” She laughed and shook her head, but I just smiled.

If I had won the toss, I’d have picked outside anyway.

“Good luck,” I said to Bridgette, giving her a kiss on the cheek. I know that Rafe and Henry have tried to pit Bridgette and I against each other, but really, there’s no reason to resent this girl – she’s actually pretty nice. “Let me know if you need anything,” I said, smiling at her.

“Thank you so much, Evelyn,” she had said, meaning it, putting a hand on my arm. “The same to you.”

I had waved and headed out the door. Two days later, I’m standing in a tropical paradise.

The gardener’s mishap with the pool the other day, overheating it by mistake, had actually given me an idea. Instead of having my guests wrapped up in coats at my New Years party, I was going to make them want to strip down.

I cranked the pool up again and rented dozens of space heaters – tall ones, to heat from above, and short ones to crank in heat from the sides of the pool area. Then I pitched a high clear swatch of plastic over the back yard to keep the heat in, though guests can see straight through it to the stars above. It’s practically invisible.

To go along with the heat, I created a tropical theme, with drinks in coconuts and pineapples, serving staff in cute little board shorts and bikinis. I even hired a couple of models to sit in the pool and hang leighs around the necks of those brave enough to journey in.

To top it all off, I hired a local clothing store to open a little boutique in the back of the yard, complete with changing rooms, so that guests who want a dip can choose a new bathing suit and go for a swim. Or, if guests just want to get out of their stuffy evening wear and into some tropical sun dresses, they can do that as well.

All gratis, of course.

and gold decorations, canapes, champagne

my experience growing up in my father’s house, I know that if there’s anything a group of Alphas loves, it’s a surprise. And if there’s one thing a group of Alphas is tired of, its formal wear,

of his porch, taking off his suitcoat as he comes. “Wow,” he says as he comes to stand

my choices, but I bite my lip, hoping he feels the same. “Do

me. Then, his eyes dip to take in my blue and white hibiscus-print dress, which just touches the floor

his eyes still on me. “Can we keep

that he likes it. “Only if you’d be

day of it,

see two bitter little faces staring out the back window at us. No kids tonight – we put it on the invitations and didn’t want

at my house. “And they’re finally old enough to stay up

his mood brought down. “I’ll have you all to myself for once,” he murmurs, looking

am glad he doesn’t see. Instead, he’s turned his

under my breath, pasting my biggest Luna smile on my face.

to me, confident, and then heads up to the porch to greet the

grace and elegance, and the older and more stuffy members of our community stay inside, but all others are drawn outside by

and handing it to the waiting coat check. “Really, Evelyn,” she says, taking me by the arm as she accepts a pina colada from a waiter. “It’s a marvel. I absolutely feel as if I’ve

laugh. “We haven’t invented teleportation yet,” I say. “But we’re working on it. Until then, fancy a dip?” I gesture towards the pool, where a variety of Alphas and their wives – the youngest, mostly – have indeed exchanged their dresses and tuxedoes for shorts and bikinis. They

sight of them, shaking her head in wonder. “No, I think not, I’m not precisely in bathing suit shape,” she says, running a hand over her belly. I look at her, a little suspicious. Her figure is trim,

say, my eyes lighting

at me, and lifts a finger to

smile broadens and I clap my hands twice, but otherwise don’t acknowledge it. What

the party. “It looks to me,

little at her words, but I don’t let it show on my face. I c**k my head to the