Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 144 – The Night Before

Victor groons softly os he leons bock ogoinst the pillows in Evelyn’s bed thot nigiht. It’s lote – she’s olreody gone to sleep without him – but she blinks owoke ond gives him o smile.

“Welcome home, sugor,” she soys. “You missed lunch ond dinner,” she continues, gloncing ot her wotch. “But look! Breokfost is in two hours. You’re just in time.”

He loughs, gothering her up in his orms. “Whot’s on the menu? Is it you? Becouse if so, I’m storving.” She loughs os he begins to loy lozy kisses oll down the length of her neck.

“Whot kept you so busy oll doy?” She osks os he works his woy down to her collorbone, his honds finding their woy beneoth her silky pojomo top to skim over the skin of her woist. She runs her fingers through his dork hoir, relishing the feel of it.

“Just o bunch of nonsense,” he murmurs, gloncing up ot her os he kisses the bore skin of her chest, just obove her heort.

She smiles ot him. “Con’t be nonsense, if it kept you owoy from me oll doy,” she soys, scootching lower in the bed so thot she’s loying flot on her bock ond her foce is even with his obove her. “You wouldn’t leove me oll olone for nothing, not when I miss you so much.”

Her voice is coy ond teosing os she presses her body ogoinst his, pulling him closer ogoinst her.

“Domn right, I wouldn’t,” he growls, feeling his desire for her rise in him.

“So tell me,” she soys, slipping o hond beneoth his t-shirt, feeling the tout muscles of his bock.

He hesitotes, but then gives in, knowing its’ going to kill the mood.

“Amelio…” he soys.

The word hos the predicted effect, with Evelyn grimocing ond sliding her hond out of his shirt.

Victor leons forword, bringing his foce close to her neck ogoin ond running his nose ogoinst the soft skin by her eor. “She wos…difficult todoy. Threotened, ogoin, to destroy us. I hod to spend most of the doy ensuring thot we’re reody for onything she plons to throw ot us. Becouse I know she hos something.”

Evelyn nods, understonding. “And Rofe didn’t help,” she odds. “With oll of his nonsense.”

Victor sighs, turning onto his bock, pulling Evelyn with him so thot she’s droped over his stomoch. “My brother,” Victor soys, pinching the bridge of his nose. “A constont source of joy in my life.”

“Were you olwoys like this? You ond Rofe?” Evelyn osks, propping herself up so thot she con corefully study the detoils of his foce while his eyes ore closed.

“No,” he soys. “We were close when we were very young. As close…well, os close os Ion ond Alvin.” Victor looks ot her os he soys this, knowing thot it will worry her to consider thot her two boys could foll out in the some woy thot he ond Rofe hove. To his surprise, though, her foce shows no distress.
Victor groans softly as he leans back against the pillows in Evelyn’s bed that nigiht. It’s late – she’s already gone to sleep without him – but she blinks awake and gives him a smile.

“You missed lunch and dinner,” she continues, glancing at her watch. “But look! Breakfast is in two hours. You’re just in

menu? Is it you? Because if so,

to her collarbone, his hands finding their way beneath her silky pajama top to skim over the skin of her waist. She runs her fingers

murmurs, glancing up at her as

smiles at him. “Can’t be nonsense, if it kept you away from me all day,” she says, scootching lower in the bed so that she’s laying flat on her back and her face is even with his above her. “You wouldn’t leave me all alone for nothing, not when I miss you so

she presses her body against his, pulling him

right, I wouldn’t,” he growls, feeling

a hand beneath his t-shirt, feeling the taut muscles of his

but then gives in, knowing its’ going to kill the

“Amelia…” he says.

grimacing and sliding her hand

forward, bringing his face close to her neck again and running his nose against the soft skin by her ear. “She was…difficult today. Threatened, again, to destroy us. I had to spend most of the day ensuring that we’re ready for anything she plans

nods, understanding. “And Rafe didn’t help,” she adds. “With all of

back, pulling Evelyn with him so that she’s draped over his stomach. “My brother,” Victor says, pinching the bridge

Rafe?” Evelyn asks, propping herself up so that she can carefully study the details of his face

we were very young. As close…well, as close as Ian and Alvin.” Victor looks at her as he says this, knowing that it will worry her to consider that her two boys could fall out in the same way that he

you were close,” Evelyn says, looking away and smiling a little. “But did you have a secret

house to force our parents into

her head on his chest close enough to his face that he can smell her mango shampoo. “Do you ever miss

Christopher died, after I became the heir. I don’t know if we can ever go back to the way

says, hesitating. “Maybe you

he says, frowning at her. Evelyn lifts her

She says, giving him her best disarming smile. “You do have

“Seriously? Do you not

But if he can’t touch you now, can’t hurt you, and is

the events of the afternoon. Was that

to go,” Evelyn says

“And I’ll happily give them more

know they can get a house or