Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 169 – Mobilizing the Forces

“Don’t give Alvin any details, please,” Evelyn says, considering her request that Ian contact his twin. “Just…tell him we’re okay?”

Ian nods, closing his eyes and concentrating, a little frown on his face. Evelyn waits patiently, trying to keep even her breathing quiet, working hard not to interrupt.

A few minutes later, Ian opens his eyes, continuing to frown. “It’s…harder,” he says, thinking it over. “Even harder than when we were far away. I guess it is grandpapa telling me not to. But it’s still there – like talking to him underwater. We can send images and feelings, but…not words anymore.”

Evelyn nods, biting her lip. Not that Ian talking to Alvin was an important part of her strategy but…well. It’s another resource not at their disposal.

“I send him a picture of you, just like this,” Ian says, putting out a finger to touch her face, indicating the blanket pulled up over their heads, “so he sees us now, but he won’t know where we are.”

Evelyn bites her lip at that. “Did he…did he see my black eye?”

“Oh,” Ian says, frowning, as if he just thought of it. “Yes, I’m sorry. That was part of the image, but I don’t really notice it anymore.”

Evelyn nods, accepting it. “It’s okay,” she says, giving him a smile.

“I also told him that we love him.” Ian says seriously, and Evelyn’s smile broadens.

“That was good of you,” she says. “I want him to know, every day, that I love him so much.”

“He sent a message back,” Ian says. “He says…he says he loves you too. And so does daddy. And that he’s sorry and is trying very hard to find you.”

Evelyn bites her lip at this, closing her eyes, trying to keep the pain off of her face.

She wants to believe it. So, so much.

At the dinner table, Alvin suddenly drops his fork.

Victor’s attention is immediately on him, though it takes Rafe and Bridgette a minute to notice that something is going on.

Alvin closes his eyes, almost holding his breath in concentration. Rafe opens his mouth to ask what’s happening, but Victor holds up his hand, a plea for silence.

A few minutes later, Alvin opens his eyes, taking a deep breath.

“I’m talking to Ian,” he says quietly, his face tired. “But it is…harder. There is something in the way, blocking us.”

“Do you have any idea what it is?” Victor asks, “or any idea where they are?”

right now,” he says, very quiet. “It’s of mama…she’s

just concentrates. After a moment, Victor can’t help himself. “Is

his lip. “She is happy,” he says, “but…she has a bruise on her face.

goes cold at this, his eyes narrowing in determination. Whoever hurt her – he’s going to

else but then shuts his eyes again. “Ian is sending something else.

moment passes, everyone at

giving a little smile. “Ian is just telling me that they love me. That

“Can

nods. “I can try. It is harder –

But please, tell them that we love them too. That I’m looking for her, and

about a few minutes later, picks up his fork

pot roast. “What?” he asks,

you…send it?” Bridgette

with a big smile and a shrug. “I think he

chair, worried and relieved at once. It was good to know that she was safe,

says seriously. “Think closely about the image that he sent you. Do you have

and looks away and Victor knows, instantly,

turning his full formidable attention on

around on his plate with

pause at the table before Rafe speaks. “Well,” he says. “Did Ian tell

eyes at his uncle. “No,” Alvin says.

know anyway,”

Slowly, Alvin nods.

technically true. “Ian didn’t break his promise to your mother, but you’re just telling us what

but Victor leans

not going to do anything bad with the

mommy doesn’t know this, but we were allowed to

form in his stomach. He starts to intuit himself

had over her head

Victor nods once.

looking back down at his plate. “It’s the same as the comforter that was on her

says, his voice

little ashamed of himself, Alvin nods, conflicted about his choice to tell their