Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 225 – The Falls

“Come on,” Victor urges, giving my rear an encouraging little pat. I grimace, suddenly anxious. It was so nice in this little cottage for a moment. Couldn’t we stay here a little longer, just being together?

But as if in answer, the last little magic mote floats out of the house.

No, it calls to me. Time to go.

I sigh, nodding, and stand up. Victor follows suit, putting his arm around me and pulling me close, letting me know he understands.

“It’s okay, mama,” Ian says, smiling up at me. “We’ll stay here. We’ll be safe.”

“Oh,” I say, looking up at Victor and then back down at the boys. “I don’t know – I think we should all go –“

But even as I say it, I know it’s wrong. The forest wants us. This is about Victor and me, after all. The ceremony that Victor and I started. We have to finish it, and apparently we have to do it alone.

“It’s okay, mom!” Alvin says, nodding encouragingly at me. “Look, the cottage wants us to stay! It put out new food, just for Ian and me!”

“No baby,” I start, turning towards the table to let him know that the dinner it put out was for Victor as well. “It –“

But I stop, my words stolen from me by my shock and awe. The table has changed again, covered now in an amazing display of desert. My jaw falls almost to the ground as I take in the six-layer cakes, the mountains of meringue, the piles of cookies and sweets and ice cream.

“Oh my god,” I murmur, shaking my head at all the sugar. “Oh my god, they’re going to go into a diabetic coma while we’re gone,” I whisper, putting my hands over my mouth.

Victor just laughs at me. “Hey, at least we won’t have to deal with the sugar rush,” he says casually, giving a little shrug.

“Awesome!” Ian shouts, running over to the table. Alvin follows him, shouting eagerly to stay away from the chocolate cake because it’s his. I open my mouth to protest, to tell them to go easy on it. But then I close my mouth and just lean back against Victor’s chest.

“Screw it,” I murmur. “If the forest wants them to gorge themselves on sweets, then so be it.”

he urges, giving me a little push and looking towards the door. “Let’s say goodbye – I’m getting the

are each already filling bowls with a ridiculous amount of cake. “Okay, darlings,” I say, giving each a kiss on the head.

nod, soberly, knowing that it’s important to

or anything. When we get back here, I want to find the two

“Good luck,” he whispers in my ear as Ian runs to jump in Victor’s arms. “We love

to Victor’s side, giving Ian a kiss before Victor places him back down on the ground. The boys dash off to the table, and I’m grateful, suddenly, that the cottage has given them such a tempting distraction. I don’t want them to have a tearful goodbye with their parents. Not when,

it. I look up at him, my eyes full of tears. He just shakes his head and I remember, suddenly, that our new connection gives him uncanny access

he says to me simply, placing the word in my mind. This is not

Because if I die, there will be no one to make them wash all that chocolate off of their faces. And they can’t

warm kiss to my mouth. We linger like that for a moment before turning

hour ago. And, as we watch,

and Luna, hands clasped, we place our trust in

let it lead us to

like an hour or two, though honestly, I wouldn’t place any bets that my estimation is right. Time moves differently here, drifting in and out. But we move steadily, following our instincts, full of

the magic for quite awhile through the darkness of the

turning

“Edgar’s note – the one he left us, with

it and wonder what impulse prompted him to put it there last night, or this morning, or whenever. It’s literally the only thing except our bodies

to me, unfolded, and a helpful little magic mote comes

turning my attention back to the page. I begin to read aloud. “If

forward and shaking his head a little. “Why do you always have to go

at him, glaring a little. “My ex? He was your Beta,” I reply, which makes him smirk. “Seriously, though, what

begins to fill