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?

moments before the phone beeps back

Undeliverable.

s**t. What

swipes through his phone to the tracking app that he and Evelyn had added to their plan through mutual agreement months ago, after the stalker had broken into their house. It had been a safety measure, but now, could it tell him where

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

Track latest updated

curses internally and then selects

have been where she changed the settings on her phone,

be anywhere by

about his next steps. He’d have to get his Betas on it – his data team pulling any and all records of Evelyn’s personal data. Maybe she’d used a credit card somewhere, or checked her email – there were a thousand ways they could find her

she’s aware of all that. She disappeared

cash. Part of him is glad that she’s got the

him and Victor turns to look at him, sorry

Alvin says, rubbing his eyes. “Is it time

Victor says. “But

says, smiling at him and sitting up in the bed. “Can we

Victor, standing up and putting out a hand for

considers for a minute as they head out the door. “Are

down at him. “Just me today, probably. Burton’s still asleep,

little disappointed

laughs at this, swooping down and picking up his son, tossing him over his shoulder like a sack of grain. “Youuu traitor,” he growls and Alvin shrieks with laughter

the energy to play after such a horrible day yesterday, but the little boy’s laughter goes right to his heart, warming it. Damnit, but at this moment he’s so grateful

Alvin, Burton is indeed

dressed in

on his feet. “What

“It is my job to be up when you

asks, putting his hands into his

turns his attention to Alvin. “And is the young master ready for

Alvin says decisively, his hands on his

on his face.

Burton looks at Victor inquisitively and Victor nods, communicating that he, too, will

stairs. When she sees him, Bridgette hurries her pace and comes quickly to the table, wrapping her arms

sitting down next to him at the table. “How are you doing, are you