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.”

eyes slide to Victor, savoring the shock

his pretzel. “No way,

slowly shakes his head. “Mommy said

hisses, his eyes narrow

I’ve put him in, putting a

can’t help it. “I told them that in recompense that you would be their slave all day

says, giving Victor a wicked smile. “And you have to do it, or we won’t love you

nods slowly in

Ian says, an impish grin growing on his face

I’m pleased to see that he’s playing along. “Yes, masters,” he says, giving

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

your slave-for-a-day, Evelyn,” he calls back,

I sigh. “Alvin?”

nods at me and then calls into the kitchen.

acquiescing, and returns to his seat on the floor with the water and

book. Victor smiles at them for a

say, smiling and pretending I don’t notice his finger gently tracing over my knuckles. “I could have used more sleep,

everything safely, passing out tips, making sure perishable leftovers were stored in the spare freezers Victor keeps in

with me, of course, but he had his own business to

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

in our favor,” Victor replies, smiling up at me. “Thank you, Evelyn. I know it was a

down with a smile. “I’m glad I