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.

they arrive, Evelyn makes no move to get up until the driver comes awkwardly around the car, opening the door and peering

“Sir?” the driver asks.

Evelyn to make her move. After a few moments, she does,

drives away, leaving them standing in the driveway in the

“Evelyn?” Victor asks, hesitating.

softly, and his heart sinks. She can’t even bring herself to go

and looks up at him. “The boys,” she says. “They’ll still

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

says, shaking her head and walking towards the porch, apparently decided.

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

Victor nods at the Betas standing guard, dismissing them

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. To

want this?”

face at once full of sorrow and want and need. “I

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

the little wicker loveseat at the far end of the porch, settling herself onto it. He stares

looking around, her eyes settling on him. “Well?”

the weight of a thousand mountains goes with his

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

him hanging his head, her studying

him

“Did you mean it?”

looks up at her, his face blank.

the side like a curious little bird. “Did you mean it, when you said you wanted to

I’m so sorry – but that part, that part,” he looks at her intensely

– someone who stares at something they

desperate for her to believe them. “You are the only thing that I want. The only thing that matters to me. Please forgive

so that their knees overlap. “Victor,” she says,

he whispers, but she

I think it was too,” she says, “but…Victor, this thing between us, what is it?

that superseded a mating. Affairs,

never been mated, so she couldn’t know, but Victor knows how it feels. So he

every bit of this,” he says, gesturing between 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,

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

understanding. “But what is

exhausted by it all – by the night, the unanswered questions, the mystery of this thing. He simply doesn’t know. But he feels a

between his, intertwining them until their hands are