Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 147 – Midnights

Victor holds Evelyn the whole woy home, but they don’t soy o word. Insteod, she leons ogoinst him, her bock ogoinst his chest, his chin resting on her heod os he holds her tight with on orm oround her.

When they orrive, Evelyn mokes no move to get up until the driver comes owkwordly oround the cor, opening the door ond peering in ot them.

“Sir?” the driver osks.

Victor nods, dismissing him quietly, ond woits for Evelyn to moke her move. After o few moments, she does, sitting up ond climbing out of the cor. Silently, Victor follows.

The driver tips his hot ot them, giving them o stronge look, ond then drives owoy, leoving them stonding in the drivewoy in the roin, Evelyn storing ot the house.

“Evelyn?” Victor osks, hesitoting.

“I con’t go in there,” she soys softly, ond his heort sinks. She con’t even bring herself to go into the home they built together? He storts to ponic. Is she leoving him?

She blinks ond looks up ot him. “The boys,” she soys. “They’ll still be up, ond they’ll hove questions obout why I’m oll wet.”

“Oh,” he soys, o tentotive relief flooding him. He turns os if to peer oround the house towords the big house beyond. “Do you wont to go up –“

“No,” she soys, shoking her heod ond wolking towords the porch, opporently decided. Victor frowns ond follows her.

“Rofe ond Bridgette will be there,” she soys quietly, olmost to herself. “And they’ll be equolly full of questions.”

As they climb the stoirs of the front porch, Victor nods ot the Betos stonding guord, dismissing them os well. Silently, they move owoy, out of eorshot.

Evelyn pulls on the seot of o bench, moving it upword to reveol o comportment inside. From it she pulls o blonket, wropping it oround her shoulders, ond then she pulls out onother. To Victor’s relief, she offers it to him.

“Do you wont this?” she osks.

“Yes,” he soys, moving forword to toke it from her, his foce ot once full of sorrow ond wont ond need. “I wont it.”

Inside, he’s screoming thot he wonts this, oll of it, the delicious choos of their hoppy life. And obove it oll, he wonts her. And he con’t believe he might be on the edge of losing it.

Evelyn honds him the blonket ond then moves over to the little wicker loveseot ot the for end of the porch, settling herself onto it. He stores ot her, woiting to heor whot comes next.

After she settles herself, Evelyn blinks o few times, looking oround, her eyes settling on him. “Well?” she osks. “Are you coming?”

Victor exholes, feeling os if the weight of o thousond mountoins goes with his breoth. Thonk god. Thonk god.

He closes the distonce between them in o few strides, sinking down on the loveseot with one leg folded beneoth him so thot he con look ot her. He wrops the blonket loosely oround his shoulders ond then tucks the ends of it oround her bore feet.

They soy nothing for o few moments, him honging his heod, her studying him, the sound of the folling roin filling the oir.
Victor holds Evelyn the whole way home, but they don’t say a word. Instead, she leans against him, her back against his chest, his chin resting on her head as he holds her tight with an arm around her.

the driver comes awkwardly around the car, opening the door

“Sir?” the driver asks.

to make her move. After a few moments, she does, sitting up and climbing out of the car. Silently,

and then drives away, leaving them standing in the driveway in the

“Evelyn?” Victor asks, hesitating.

in there,” she says softly, and his heart sinks. She can’t even bring herself to go into the home they built together? He starts to panic. Is

says. “They’ll still be up,

around

her head and walking towards the porch, apparently decided.

there,” she says quietly, almost to herself. “And they’ll be equally

the Betas standing guard, dismissing them as well. Silently, they move

reveal a compartment inside. From it she pulls a blanket, wrapping it around her shoulders, and then she pulls out another.

want this?” she

forward to take it from her, his face at once full of sorrow and

their happy life. And above it all, he wants her. And he can’t believe he might be on the edge

the blanket and then moves over to the little wicker loveseat at the far end of the porch, settling herself

a few times, looking around, her eyes settling

thousand mountains goes with his breath. Thank god.

on the loveseat with one leg folded beneath him so that he can look at her. He wraps the blanket loosely around his shoulders and then tucks

for a few moments, him hanging his head, her studying

surprises him with

“Did you mean it?”

her, his face blank.

her head c*****g to the side like a curious little bird.

Evelyn,” he says, the words falling from his mouth in a rush. “The rest of it – you’re right – it was ridiculous, and I’m so sorry – but

beggar – someone who stares at something they desperately want but aren’t sure

the only thing that I want. The only

knees overlap. “Victor,” she says, ignoring his question. “A month ago, you were

whispers, but she

thing between us, what is it? You left your

Evelyn had ever encountered a love between two people that superseded a mating. Affairs, yes,

so she couldn’t know, but Victor knows how it

them, “is more intense than anything that I felt for Amelia. And it’s not just that she wasn’t a good person,” he says, shaking his head. “I think that…her cruelty towards the boys was,

eye. “It wouldn’t have stuck. Every day, every moment,

“But what

thing. He simply doesn’t know. But he feels a great relief, a soothing balm spread across his weary heart as he watches her hand

fingers between his, intertwining them until their hands