Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 161 – Mind to Mind

Victor stays in Alvin’s room that night. At some point, Burton had brought them up bowls of soup and rich crusty bread, but Victor hadn’t eaten his. He was pleased, though, to see that Alvin still had an appetite.

The boy had been hungry and clearly was not nearly so devastated as Victor was. Victor couldn’t really understand why – Alvin was just a six year old kid who had just lost, apparently, his mother and his brother. Why wasn’t he freaking out?

They watched some television passively, Victor letting Alvin pick whatever he wanted. Only Alvin watched, really. Victor, instead, watched his son.

“Are you okay, kid?” Victor had asked, reaching out a hand to palm the back of Alvin’s head, stroking his soft dark hair.

Alvin had turned to him with a shrug. “I’m sad,” he said, considering it. “But it will be okay.”

Victor had frowned at him, confused. He had no such confidence – in fact, everything felt absolutely the opposite of okay right now. Everything felt deeply, deeply doomed.

“What do you mean?” Victor asked.

Alvin just shrugged again, turning his attention back to the television. “Don’t worry, dad,” he had said, leaning back into his pillows and staring at the screen. “Ian and I have a plan.”

Victor had laughed a little at this. It’s not that he didn’t take Alvin seriously – it’s just very sweet that his two little boys had a plan in action. God, how were they only six?

And it’s not that he didn’t believe that his sons really did have a plan – but this problem was so much more complicated and big than Alvin or Ian really knew or could understand. There’s no way they could have a real solution. Still, if it brought Alvin comfort to believe that things were under control, then Victor wasn’t going to disturb his peace.

“Thanks, kid,” Victor had said, leaning back against the pillows himself. “I knew I could always count on you.”

Alvin nodded lightly as his dad closed his eyes to rest, just for a minute…

It’s dawn when Victor wakes up, a curse on his lips. s**t, s**t. He hadn’t meant to sleep that long – there were things that he needed to do.

Blinking, Victor looks around to see that Alvin is curled up next to him, his head pillowed on Victor’s arm. Victor takes a minute to smile, considering his son’s face, and then slowly begins to pull his arm away, doing his best to make sure Alvin’s head has a soft landing on a pillow.

Alvin stirs, but doesn’t awaken.

Victor sits up, yawning, and grabs his phone from the table next to him. About a million messages are there from his Beta teams, all reporting, giving reconnaissance about Amelia’s whereabouts, information about insurance on the house…

He skips through them all, looking…

But no. No messages from Evelyn. s**t.

He opens their text thread and sends a brief one to her. Anything, really, to get in touch.

Victor: Evelyn?

a few moments before the phone beeps

Undeliverable.

What

to their plan through mutual agreement months ago, after the stalker had broken into their house. It

into it, selecting Evelyn’s phone. The app whirrs for a moment, but then it, too,

location. Track

and then selects

map, showing a gas station about an hour east of the cottage. That must have been where she changed the settings on her phone, maybe picked up a new

could be

his data team pulling any and

of all that. She

checks her bank account to see that she’s taken out thousands of dollars in cash. Part of

stirs next to him and Victor turns to look

eyes. “Is it time

it to be,” Victor says. “But you should

says, smiling at him

standing up and putting out a hand for Alvin.

as they head out the door. “Are you cooking?”

him. “Just me today, probably. Burton’s still asleep, I’m

makes a subtle little disappointed face.

his son, tossing him over his shoulder like a sack of grain. “Youuu traitor,” he growls and Alvin shrieks with

have the urge or the energy to play after such a horrible day yesterday,

for Alvin, Burton

says, dressed in his

says, smiling as he puts Alvin back on his feet. “What are you doing

at him a little. “It is my job

did you know?” Victor asks, putting his hands into his

says, smiling cryptically. Then he turns his attention to

hands on his hips. “I will have

up very straight then, a very tiny sneer just barely on his face. “I’m afraid pancakes are not

shrugs, not really caring, and goes to sit at the table. Burton looks at Victor inquisitively and Victor

her pace and comes quickly to the table, wrapping her arms around Victor from behind. Victor blinks in surprise – he and Bridgette weren’t very close. He hadn’t realized they were at the hugging

she croons, giving him an extra little squeeze before sitting down next to him at the table. “How are you