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.

driver

“Sir?” the driver asks.

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

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

“Evelyn?” Victor asks, hesitating.

can’t go in there,” she says softly, and his heart sinks. She can’t even bring herself to

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

He turns as if to peer around

her head and walking towards the porch, apparently decided. Victor frowns and

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

front porch, Victor nods at the Betas standing guard, dismissing them as well. Silently, they

bench, moving it upward to reveal a compartment inside. From it she pulls a blanket, wrapping

you want

from her, his face at once full of sorrow and want and need.

And above it all, he wants her. And he can’t believe he might be

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

Evelyn blinks a few times, looking around,

weight of a thousand mountains goes with his

one leg folded beneath him so that he can look at her. He

say nothing for a few moments, him hanging his head, her studying him,

surprises him

“Did you mean it?”

up at her, his face blank. He doesn’t

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

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

then, or a beggar – someone who

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

to him on the little couch so that their knees overlap. “Victor,” she

whispers,

between us, what is it? You left

had ever encountered a love between two people that superseded a mating. Affairs, yes, but someone leaving their mate to be with someone else who they claimed to love more? It was utterly

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

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

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

“But

unanswered questions, the mystery of this thing. He simply doesn’t know. But he feels a great relief, a soothing balm spread

fingers between his, intertwining them until their hands are locked together,