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?”

says, putting a hand on her tired back as she sinks into the kitchen chair. “Too good, I think. My little baby is going to be born stressed out.

as I sit down, pouring her glass from the same bottle

“I always forget how much I

exhaustion and steering her away from the chat

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

up straighter in my

“I 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 think I’m in

shine with excitement for her. “A little boy,” I say, the words a little breathless in excitement. “How wonderful for you. God, I loved having

that. “How can you

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

nods, understanding. “Yes, I can tell. And yours are very charming.” She looks up the stairs, at where Victor has gone, apparently

to the

that

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

raises an eyebrow at me, fiddling with the stem

light sarcasm to my words.

“No but really, have you two thought about it? Another…” She raises

smile, not really knowing what to say. It’s

table with this

conspiratorially. “There’s nothing else I’d want more in this entire world. Another little baby, to be able to watch Victor watch the

I wonder, then, just how long I’ve wanted precisely this. And how long I’ve been denying

should do it. Honestly, run up the stairs right now

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

have a

the time is right,” I say softly “If