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.

glancing at her watch. “But look! Breakfast is

the menu? Is it you? Because if so, I’m starving.” She

way down to her collarbone, his hands finding their way beneath her silky pajama top

her as he kisses

scootching lower in the bed so that she’s laying flat on her back and her face is even with his above her. “You

coy and teasing as she presses her body against his, pulling

growls, feeling his

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

but then gives in, knowing its’ going to

“Amelia…” he says.

predicted effect, with Evelyn 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

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

his stomach. “My brother,” Victor says, pinching

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

knowing that it will worry her to consider that her two boys could fall out in the same way

I’m sure you were close,” Evelyn says, looking away and smiling a little. “But did you have a secret mind-language that you used

“Nor did we win Quiz Nation, or take out the heat in the house to force our parents into

down on top of him, resting her head on his chest close enough to his face that he

“Maybe,” he admits. “It got so complicated after Christopher died, after I became the heir. I don’t know

says, hesitating.

frowning at her. Evelyn lifts her head

smile. “You do have that big

says, sighing and shaking his head at her. “Seriously? Do you not remember all he did to

says, frowning at him. “I’ll never forget that. But if he can’t touch you now, can’t

blinks, reconsidering the events of the afternoon. Was that really what

have anywhere to go,”

plenty of money,” Victor growls. “And I’ll happily give them more if

that,” Evelyn says, letting him think it over. “They know they can get a house or an apartment