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.

up until the driver comes awkwardly around

“Sir?” the driver asks.

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

tips his hat at them, giving them a strange look, and then drives away, leaving them standing in the driveway in the rain, Evelyn staring at

“Evelyn?” Victor asks, hesitating.

She can’t even bring herself to go into the home

blinks and looks up at him. “The boys,” she says. “They’ll still be up, and they’ll have questions about

turns as if to peer around the house towards the big house beyond. “Do you want

head and walking towards the porch,

quietly, almost to herself. “And they’ll be equally

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

pulls on the seat of a bench, moving it upward to reveal a compartment inside. From it she pulls a blanket, wrapping it around her shoulders, and then she pulls out another.

want this?”

to take it from her, his face at

their happy life. And above it all, he wants her. And

moves over to the little wicker loveseat at the far end of the porch, settling

blinks a few times, looking around, her eyes settling on him. “Well?” she

as if the weight of a thousand mountains goes

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

her studying him,

surprises him

“Did you mean it?”

looks up at her, his face

him in the eyes, her head c*****g to the side like a curious

you’re right – it was ridiculous, and I’m so sorry – but that part, that part,” he looks

beggar – someone who stares at something they desperately want but

believe them. “You are the only thing that I want. The only thing that

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

whispers, but

“but…Victor, this thing between us, what is it? You left your mate for me,” she says, shaking

people that superseded a mating. Affairs,

she couldn’t know, but Victor knows how it feels. So he

Amelia. And it’s not just that she wasn’t a good person,” he says, shaking his head. “I think that…her

stares at Evelyn, looking her in the eye. “It wouldn’t have stuck. Every day,

“But what is

mystery of this 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 move slowly forward to take his

intertwining them until their hands are locked together, holding