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

“Sir?” the driver asks.

Evelyn to make her move. After a few

giving them a strange look, and then drives

“Evelyn?” Victor asks, hesitating.

herself to go

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

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

her head and walking towards the

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

they climb the stairs of the front porch, Victor nods at the Betas standing guard,

a blanket, wrapping it around her shoulders, and

want this?”

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

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

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

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

of a thousand

strides, sinking down on the loveseat with one leg folded beneath him so that he can look at her. He wraps the blanket

head, her studying him, the sound of the

surprises him with a

“Did you mean it?”

up at her, his face blank.

c*****g to the side like a curious

his mouth in a rush. “The rest of it – you’re right – it was ridiculous, and I’m so sorry – but

a beggar – someone who stares at something they desperately

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

to him on the little couch so that their knees overlap. “Victor,” she says, ignoring his question. “A month ago, you were going to marry someone else

whispers, but

this thing between us, what is it? You left your mate for me,” she says, shaking her

in anything they’d ever read, neither Victor or Evelyn had ever encountered a love between two people that superseded a mating. Affairs, yes, but someone leaving their mate

been mated, so she couldn’t know, but Victor knows how

just that she wasn’t a good person,”

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

understanding. “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 move slowly

between his, intertwining them until their hands