Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 205 – The Future

A few hours later, Victor and Amelia finish their plans for the cultural, political, and military dominance of the pack community.

Just a casual little chat, I think, smirking at them from my spot in the kitchen. I put the children to bed just a little bit ago, but didn’t feel right going to bed myself with Victor still downstairs. So, I came back down, and poured myself a nice big glass of red wine.

Perhaps not the wisest choice, in my weakened state. But hell, life is short.

Apparently very short, if we can’t find this woman at the end of the map. So, I’m going to have a glass of wine, consequences be damned.

I can tell that Victor is exhausted as he and Annabeth finally stand, nodding to each other, reaching out to shake hands and seal their deal. Annabeth can probably tell as well, but she doesn’t let him know. She’s an Alpha’s wife, after all, I think with a little smile. She knows how important it is to let them keep their pride.

Finished, they both turn towards me in the kitchen. I can tell by Victor’s face that he needs to rest, so I come forward and give him a kiss on the cheek, determined to help him.

“Victor,” I say, “would you go upstairs and check on the kids? They were asking for you, a few minutes ago.”

All that’s just for Annabeth, though. Inwardly, mind to mind, I tell him the truth. They’re asleep, Victor – just go and get some rest. I’ll close this up for you.

Victor gives me a grateful glance and then murmurs something about seeing to the children, heading up the stairs.

I turn to Annabeth, then. “Can I tempt you?” I say, raising my glass of wine to her.

She looks towards it, biting her lip, and then down at her belly, which is now cutely swollen with her second-trimester pregnancy.

“I shouldn’t…” she murmurs, running a hand over her baby bump. But then, she looks up to me, flashing me a little reckless smile. “But what the hell. Honestly, I’m dying for a drink.”

I laugh, nodding her over to the table and heading myself to the cabinet to grab her a wine glass.

“Have you been well-behaved in that regard, then? Totally without indulgence?”

little baby is going to be born stressed out. Perhaps he or she needs a

her glass from the same bottle of red. Gratefully, she picks it up from the table and takes a long

murmurs. “I always forget how much

exhaustion and steering her away from the chat of politics and Alphas and

on the table and giving me a smile. “I like to be surprised. Though,” she whispers, “I

up

had two boys before, and this one…it’s precisely the same. I’ve read that you carry different, when you’re having a boy or a girl. Which means I

with excitement for her. “A little boy,” I say, the words

at me a little at that. “How can you know,

little along with her. “You’re right. Honestly,” I say, looking down at my wine glass. “If I’d had girls, I’d probably be gushing about little

I can tell. And yours are very charming.” She looks up the stairs, at where Victor has gone, apparently to tuck them

my head to the side, curious.

reaction to them,” Annabeth says, taking another sip from her wine glass. “He didn’t act the way that most Alphas would, when they discover that they have two

“Yes, he surprised me too. He’s a very dedicated dad. I think…I think he’s wanted to be a father for a long time. Sometimes I feel guilty about keeping them away from him

raises an eyebrow at me, fiddling with the

sarcasm to my words. “I’ll just go warm up my time machine

then presses the point. “No but really, have you two thought about it? Another…” She

I smile, not really knowing what to say. It’s not something I’ve allowed myself to think about, hope about,

table with this woman, with my

in this entire world. Another little baby, to be

me at the thought. I wonder, then, just how long I’ve wanted precisely this. And how

says, leaning in conspiratorially as well. “You should do it. Honestly,

at that, but then I give her a little soft smile. Because, of course, she doesn’t

have a baby if

say softly