Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 137 – Little Brother

The first few days in the cottage are chaotic, to say the least, but Victor honestly can’t remember a happier set of days in his life.

Every morning, he wakes with Evelyn in his arms to the sound of the twins pounding on the door, demanding to be let in.

Today, they’re particularly insistent.

“We don’t like this new locks policy!” They shout. “Unconstitutional!”

“Who taught them about the constitution and rights,” Victor murmurs, “was it you?”

“You hired the tutor,” she murmurs, giving him a sweet kiss and then getting up to put on her robe. “You could have had them read Discipline and Punish but noooo, it’s all about freedom now.”

He laughs with her, getting dressed, and then they both go downstairs to start breakfast.

A pattern is starting to emerge with his little family. Bright mornings, bustling with activity and laugher as they eat and prepare for work and school, as Evelyn and Victor drink coffee and exchange soft touches and passing glances.

A press of her finger against his as she hands him a cup of coffee. A soft graze of his hand across her ass as he kisses her on the cheek before going upstairs to get dressed.

All a promise of what’s to come later when the boys go to bed.

And the nights…

Victor walks across the lawn that morning, the grass muddy and sticky with melted snow. He barely notices it, though, as he thinks of the hours spent alone with Evelyn last night. Of her legs straddled over him while he grabbed her hip with one hand, running his other down the long column of her neck, down between her breasts, all the way down to her navel…

The way her hips had flicked in that way that made him –

God.

He blinks, suddenly, fighting the smile that was making demands of his mouth. He’s at the back steps of his house already. He hadn’t even been aware of the time and distance that passed, so lost was he in his memories of last night.

was going to do to

up to his back deck and nods to

thing he encounters is his little brother sitting

smirking at him over his bowl of

Victor!” Bridgette says, waving to him from the coffee

them. He understands Evelyn’s concern about Bridgette – he shares it, frankly. But god damnit, he can’t stand to

it. Uses it against

ribs are indeed broken. “I’m sure Bridgette would be happy to get

high road. “That would be amazing,

his way. Burton falls in one step behind him,

followed him into the office, Victor closes the door

says, acknowledging his butler

knew, when he had told him that he wouldn’t be coming to the cottage with the family. It was just too small to accommodate an extra person. But Victor needed his eye

time, healing, but I see no evidence of nefarious activity. I believe that he has been truly quelled by the results of the trial. The only time he perks up is when you arrive,

believe,” he continues, “that he enjoys getting a rise out

to it.

Burton hesitates here. “Unkind, to Madomiselle Bridgette. At every opportunity. Sometimes I do not believe that she notices his cruel words, which I believe is to her benefit. But he

meet his gaze. He is unsurprised but not immune to his brother’s cruelty, the girl’s suffering. “Thank you, Burton,” he says, looking back down at his paperwork. “Evelyn and I will see what we can do about that. If

quickly exits the room.

computer on –

slipping to files onto the desk. “The first is a reconnaissance update on Walsh.

knows the information will be in

has been seen, sir,” Beta Stephen continues, “visiting Willard’s barracks.

for one Alpha to show another their military holdings; doing so gives them an extreme advantage in times of

allied,” Victor murmurs, looking up to Stephen for confirmation. The

what we

do that,” Victor