Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 136 – Making a New Home

“You invited my brother to stay with us? Here?” He hisses, his face suddenly red with exhaustion and anger.

“I had to!” I protest, keeping my voice low and glancing to the living room, where I know our two little spies are surely listening.

“Evelyn,” he says, exhasperated. “Rafe just betrayed me – betrayed us! Tried to take everything we have –“

“I know!” I say, spreading my hands in protest, “but what else could I do! We can’t leave her alone with him right now – don’t you see that he’ll take it out on her?!”

“Have you considered,” he growls, moving closer to me, “that perhaps he picked her precisely because she’s the kind of girl we won’t be able to help wanting to save? That she’s another pawn in his game?”

I bite my lip. Actually, I hadn’t thought of this. But it changes nothing. I raise my eyes to his. “Victor, it doesn’t matter. Even if she’s part of his plan, she’s still a person. She needs us.”

He rolls his eyes and heaves a deep sigh, looking up at the ceiling. “Evelyn…”

“Please,” I say, putting my hand on his. “Just…don’t kick them out, for a few days, at least. Until he’s at full strength.”

“I want him gone,” he growls, “as soon as he can stand. Otherwise, I might rip him apart myself.”

“Just two days,” I say, begging. “Please.”

He returns his gaze to mine, shaking his head. “Fine, Evelyn,” he says, giving in. “But if they burn this house to the ground while they’re here, it’s on your head.”

I purse my lips as I stand up straight, coming close to him and raising my chin for a kiss. “No, baby,” I murmur. “You have insurance for that.”

He growls again, in no mood for my jokes, but he gives me the requested kiss. A light one, but with promise.

“Mom?” Ian’s voice comes sleepily over the couch. “Can we go home now?”

“Food first!” I say, glad for the interruption. Then I head to the fridge, where the chef had left a casserole for us to heat up upon our return. “Then we can go down to the cottage.”

I take the casserole out and start to spoon big portions onto plates for my sons and I. Then I raise an eyebrow at Victor, silently inquiring if he wants some.

boys just stay here tonight?

the first two plates and putting them in the microwave, stacking one slightly on top of the other so the boys can have their food at the same time. “They need more consistency in their life, Victor. If that’s where their tutor

understanding, and then moves closer to me. “Well, why don’t

getting it. “You want them to

their

I turn fully to him, angry now. “Victor, you cannot just take

laughs at me then and takes my hands. I feel my anger instantly quailed, realizing that

Evelyn,” he says, smiling. “I want you all to move her. Up to the house, with me. It’s…right, now.

up at him, slowly putting the pieces together. “Did you…did you just ask me

again, in a sweet way, and takes another step forward, wrapping a hand around my back to pull me to him. “Yes,

blink up at him, honestly

declared me officially his Luna this morning – in front of witnesses – and

But still –

changes as he sees the new expression on my face as worry and

face as if he

at him for a steady moment and then let my eyes rove over

Modern and sleek, full

choice in furniture and décor, in

Amelia written all

I say, wondering how to express this to him without hurting his feelings. Victor waits patiently. “Um,

his grip on me. “We didn’t just decorate it together. We designed it.” He drops his hands from me and leans against the counter,

I say, considering. I hadn’t really known

thing on it was the cottage. But she wanted the space for the view.” With that, he nods out the western window, which indeed has a beautiful

I say, biting my lip and closing the distance between us. “Amelia is…everywhere in this house. And it’s so soon since you ended your relationship with her. I know we forget that – probably because things are so…intense

he nods, agreeing. It feels the

home that she built for the two of you, for your future. I can’t sleep in…her bed. On the sheets that she

understanding. “I get it, Evelyn. I get it, and I understand. If things were