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.

damnit, what he was going to do to her

to his back deck and nods to the two Betas stationed

thing he encounters is his little brother sitting at his kitchen

morning, Victor,” Rafe says, smirking at him over his

Victor!” Bridgette says, waving to him

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

it. Uses it against

hand at the bright, modern kitchen. The doctor confirmed 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 she boil the water

at Rafe, but decides to take the high road. “That would be amazing, Bridgette,”

from Bridgette, Victor heads to his office, intercepting Burton on his way. Burton falls in one step behind

office, Victor closes the door and moves to his

he says, acknowledging his

when he had told him that he wouldn’t be coming to the cottage with the family. It was just too small to

it. “Monsieur Rafe is quiet most of the time, healing, but I see no evidence of nefarious activity. I believe that he

look. “I believe,” he continues, “that he enjoys getting a rise

sighs, shrugging. He’s used to it. “And his behavior towards

do not believe that she notices his cruel words, which

immune to his brother’s cruelty, the girl’s suffering. “Thank you, Burton,” he says, looking back down at his paperwork. “Evelyn

bows and quickly exits the room. Beta Stephen steps

day – organizing, turning the computer on

the desk. “The first is a reconnaissance update on Walsh. The Beta

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

Beta Stephen continues, “visiting Willard’s barracks.

mind quickly processes this information. It is rare for one Alpha to show another their military holdings; doing so gives them an extreme advantage in times of war. For

looking up to Stephen

what we

that,” Victor says, thinking aloud,