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.

going to do to her

he shakes himself, straightening his tie and setting his shoulders back. Then, he climbs the steps up to his

turns unpleasant as the first thing he encounters is his

morning, Victor,” Rafe says, smirking at

waving to him

he looks at them. He understands Evelyn’s concern about Bridgette – he shares it, frankly. But god damnit,

knows it. Uses

that his ribs are indeed broken. “I’m sure Bridgette would be happy to get you a cup. I’m sure it’s far superior to whatever Evelyn can whip up in that cottage kitchen. Does

take the high road. “That would be amazing, Bridgette,”

falls in one step behind

him into the office, Victor closes the

acknowledging his butler

him, Victor 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

is quiet most of the time, healing, but I see no evidence of nefarious activity.

Victor an apologetic look. “I believe,” he continues, “that he enjoys

used to it. “And his

not believe that she notices his cruel words,

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

quickly exits the room. Beta Stephen steps

on – while he

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

will be in the document, but he wishes to hear it

been seen, sir,” Beta Stephen continues,

holdings; doing so gives them an extreme advantage in times of war. For Willard to

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

we suspect,

only reason for them to do that,” Victor says, thinking aloud, “is to