Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 212 – The End of the Road

The next day dawns bright and, fueled with a cup of perhaps too-strong coffee – Stephen winced when he drank it – we are off on the road as soon as we can.

The boys’ interest in road life is renewed, luckily, when they discover a set of bingo cards that allows them to win by looking for disgusting things on the side of the road.

“I saw a flat dead frog! I did! I saw it!”

Alvin’s yell makes me wince, but I don’t stop him. Leaning against Victor in our usual spot, I let the boy’s eagerness suffuse my tired limbs, make me stronger.

“You did not!” Ian argues back, pointing vehemently at the window. “It wasn’t a dead frog! It was just a gross old sock!”

“Oh…” Alvin’s face falls as he considers this possibility. “Wait, no! I’ve got that too!”

He draws a vehement red X on his board and stares eagerly out the window again, looking for more.

“This game is gross,” Victor murmurs in my ear, but I can feel him smiling.

“You bought it,” I murmur back. “I didn’t even know this RV existed, so I can’t be blamed.”

“Sneaky squirrel,” he whispers to me, “you probably snuck it in. Such an Evelyn move, planting it and blaming the Alpha.” I snap my gaze back behind me and laugh at him as he dramatically rolls his eyes.

He’s right, actually. The boys got it for Christmas, but it got tucked away amongst their games before he had seen it when he came to see us that Christmas evening. I snuck it into the RV yesterday morning in one of the boy’s bags.

I don’t admit that he called it right, but we both know. And I’m pleased to think that he knows me this well. I’ll just have to get trickier as time passes.

We’re off the highway today, which means we must be getting close. Stephen winds the RV through roads that pass through forests and woods, heading for the rock formation that marks the beginning of the trail.

Apparently, it’s more complicated than following map instructions on a phone, which is how I drive pretty much anywhere. Stephen has a live connection to the Beta base at home on an iPad connected securely to the dashboard. He is feeding them a live stream of our location and getting instructions from them about how to proceed.

We’re getting quite close, and I can feel it, my anxiety growing. I slip my hand into Victor’s and take comfort from the tight squeeze he gives me. But mostly, we sit quietly and wait.

roll and then,

puts it in park

up the corner of his lips. “This is as

then,” I say, doing my best to give him a cheerful smile in return. But it

slap my hands onto my thighs

going to work, damn

through the RV, getting things packed up, getting the boys

work, I know, to make my body match my mind’s

one or two carefully selected toys each. No electronics make

out of the RV. Victor is already outside, helping Stephen pull two light packs from the storage area beneath the RV. These, I know, are filled with the essentials for Victor and I as well as some

The Betas had worked so hard, too, trying to lighten the packs, do everything they could to give us nearly-weightless materials. But even that

settling it over his shoulders.

Stephen and Victor with the boys, who are eagerly looking towards the overgrown

luck, Luna,” he says, offering his

much as we can but,” I look down at the backpack, where I know there

says, shrugging. “What else

and shakes Stephen’s

down to one knee in

when they how see how solemn mine is. “You have an important

I have to stop myself from smiling at my twins. Damnit, they’re cute. But I have to stay stern to convey to them to the

hooking his thumbs behind the straps of his

of whether to come with us into the woods,” I say quietly. “Or to stay here, safe

immediately but I hold up a hand, asking for his patience. Slowly, he closes his mouth, willing

would insist that you stay here with Stephen. We don’t know what is in those woods and you will almost certainly be safer

Victor, then, letting