Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 112 – New Years Day

When Victor pushes my back door open the next day, he’s greeted with a lazy sight. I’m curled up with the boys on my small sofa. The three of us are a little cuddle puddle of sleepy happiness.

“Oh good,” I say, looking up at him and then staring deliberately at the bag of chocolate-covered pretzels on the counter. “Can you bring those over to us? We’re all out.” I pick up the empty bag that we put on the floor next to us and shake it, the sound of the empty crumbs bouncing inside of it demonstrating our lack.

Victor laughs and grabs the bag off of the counter in the kitchen. “What, is this all the greeting I get? Is this all I’m good for to you people?”

“Nooo, Papa,” Alvin says, lifting his head up from its position on my hip. “We love you. And also, can you bring more chocolate milk?” He puts his head back down and Victor laughs, stopping by the fridge to grab a carton of that as well.

Victor comes into the living room and deposits the snacks on the coffee table, looking down at us. “What a sight you lot are.”

I ignore him, snatching the pretzels and the chocolate milk from his hands and then sighing. “No, this is all wrong Victor,” I say, pouting and looking up at him. “That’s too much sweet stuff. We need something salty to balance it out.”

“Yeah dad,” Ian murmurs, his eyes fixed on the comic book he’s reading, curled up by my head. “We need some popcorn.”

Victor laughs and sits on the floor next to the couch, reaching into the bag of pretzels. “Get it yourself, boy,” he says, taking a bite. “I’m not your butler.”

“I would never hire you as my butler,” Ian says, turning up his nose and glaring at his father. “Burton would never betray me like you did last night.”

Victor stops almost mid-chew, looking at his son. “Wha-“

Ian’s glare intensifies, his mouth turning into a deep frown. Alvin lifts his head to glare at Victor as well, his face identical to his brother’s.

“Wait,” Victor says, laughing, and putting up his hands. “What did I do?!”

“You abandoned them,” I say, casually taking a sip from my cup of tea and lifting a magazine off the floor to read next. “I told them it was all your fault they couldn’t come to the party, that you told me with absolutely certainty that you decided they couldn’t be there, and that I fought for them but,” I shrug, unable to help the little smirk that crawls onto my face. “That you wouldn’t budge.”

to Victor, savoring

He says, dropping his pretzel.

slowly shakes his head. “Mommy said

his eyes

laughs at the position I’ve put him in, putting a

now – I can’t help it. “I told them that in recompense that you would be their slave all day long today. That they’re the Alphas of the house now, and you’re their

says, giving Victor a wicked smile. “And you

nods slowly

impish grin growing on his face as

along. “Yes, masters,” he says, giving them a deep bow and heading into the kitchen to grab a bag

get me a bottle of water, while you’re in there, Omega?” I call, flipping through my

slave-for-a-day, Evelyn,” he calls back, shooting me

I sigh. “Alvin?”

nods at me and then calls into the kitchen. “Omega? I demand one bottle

laughs, acquiescing, and returns to his seat on the floor with the water and popcorn in hand. “Anything for

with his eyes closed and Ian reading his book. Victor smiles at

I don’t notice his finger gently tracing over my knuckles. “I could have used more sleep, but I wanted

the vendors packed up everything safely, passing out tips, making sure perishable leftovers were stored in the spare freezers Victor keeps in his basement (which, of course,

he had his own business to attend to, with

speaking in code to keep the details out of my boys’ hands as much as possible, though I know they listen to

down in our favor,” Victor replies, smiling up at me. “Thank you, Evelyn. I know it was a challenge, but you really rose to it,

I say, closing my eyes and putting my head down