Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 209 – The Journey Into the Unknown

Late that afternoon, I frown at Rafe as Victor and he clasp hands on the front porch. The two spent most of the day talking to each other, making their plans, working through things. To give them space, I had concentrated on packing our bags and getting the kids ready for our trip.

It was a good split of the labor, honestly. I needed a distraction to keep me from clawing Rafe’s face off, and Victor needed a more sedate activity than packing. I’m by no means at my full strength, but Victor? I can tell that he has less energy than me.

Still, I can’t say that I’m thrilled with the outcome, all told.

“I can’t believe you’re letting him stay here in the house while we’re gone,” I say, my arms crossed as Victor joins me at the door to the RV. The boys are already inside, climbing over everything and unpacking all of their belongings which, I’m sure, will fly all over the living space as soon as we get moving.

“It’s the best of both worlds, Evelyn,” Victor says, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “He’s going to try. We have to give him the space to try.”

“I don’t like the idea of him trying while sleeping in my bed,” I say, glaring at Rafe on the porch. He sees me glaring and has the grace, at least, to look sheepish.

“I’ll buy you a new bed,” Victor says, kissing me on the side of the head. “And we can burn the old mattress out back when we get home. Really get rid of the stink of him.”

I look up at him, then, and can’t help the smile that finds its way to my mouth. “I’d have thought you were sick of fires by now.”

“True,” he says, frowning down at me. “We’ll do whatever you want with it, then. Throw it off a cliff. Sink it to the bottom of the lake. Whatever baby wants.”

I laugh for real then, slipping my arm around his waist. “Call me baby again,” I say, pulling him closer so that my chest is pressed to his as I smile up at him. “I like the sound of that.”

I can hear a small hum of pleasure start in his chest as he brings his face close to mine. “Baby,” he murmurs, nudging my nose with his. Then, he closes the distance, pressing his mouth to mine. I can’t help it as I rise up onto my toes, deepening the kiss.

“Come onnnnnnn,” Ian whines and I laugh, breaking away from Victor and turning to the door of the RV to see Ian impatiently dangling out of the entry, holding on with just one hand. Alvin is peeking his head out too, but he makes no protest.

“Oh, so sorry, cruise captain,” I say sarcastically, pulling loose from Victor’s arms and giving my son an ironic little salute. “I didn’t mean to delay departure!”

says, a little gleam in his eyes.

“Yeah!” he

RV’s back door. “It’s nice,” he says, just to me, “when they’re just

I murmur, smiling up at him. “They’re

me a dirty look that

Beta Stephen says from the driver’s seat,

we take a barrage of Betas, the press and other packs might follow. Instead,

For as long as

says, smiling at Stephen. He had been thrilled to be asked to go on the trip, a the assignment a mark of Victor’s faith in him. I was glad Stephen was here too – he was

the wall. Victor slides onto the other side as

they’re asked,

table – especially because Victor is such a

they met their father. A little shot of despair races through me as I realize it, but I do my best to cover it up with a smile. Children grow –

me as he sits. “Can

mine!” Alvin says sternly, frowning at his brother, “I

I asked first,” Ian

two bunks built into the wall behind us, situated opposite the bathroom. Then, behind

fold-out bed here in the dining/living room. It will be tight, but we’ll all fit.

a moment later when

asks eagerly, looking past me out of the window, as if he hasn’t seen the

of

and spreading it out onto the table. As one, the four of us lean forward to

trying to find the right words, “so