Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 226 – Midnight

“So, what do we do now?” I ask, sighing and looking up at Victor.

He shoots me a little look that says, plainly enough, how the hell should I know. I just grimace and tuck the note into my own back pocket, taking his hand.

“Well,” I mutter, trying to lean into the hopeful state that the day in the cabin gave to me. “I guess if the forest took the magic away…it thinks we can survive without it?”

“That assumes that the magic is on our side in the first place,” Victor points out. “And isn’t just luring us out here so that we can…be eaten or something.”

I can’t help but laugh a little at this, imagining that this whole thing was some kind of absurd setup so a huge bear could leap out of the woods and consuming us whole or something. And then I c**k my head to the side, wondering why on earth I think that’s funny.

“I guess would be a great deal of effort,” I consider aloud, “to bring us all the way out here just to eat us now. If the forest was going to kill us, it could have done it ages ago.”

“Maybe it’s a witch,” Victor continues, smirking down at me, “and she just wanted to get our kids in that cabin. Fatten them up a little.”

I wrap my arms around his waist and smile up at him, grateful for his subtle little sense of humor that keeps me from tipping into gloom, even in our darkest moments. “Well, good luck with that, witch,” I call out to the forest. “They already eat enough for an army, and they’re still bean poles!”

Victor smirks down at me, running his thumb along the length of my cheek. “They’ll get bigger someday. Big hulking teenage wolves, draping themselves all over your living room furniture.”

and shaking my head. “I’ve decided to keep them small. I don’t want big brutes like you for sons, I want little pocket-sized sons.

against my hair. We stay that way for a moment, denying our reality, just taking comfort in each

What are we gonna do, Evie? He asks, placing the words

place on his chest and looking up at him. “I guess…the forest was telling us to trust our instincts yesterday. What are yours telling

a moment, “It doesn’t feel wrong to be here, but the note said the falls are too far. So, let’s go back a

unwraps his arms from their place around my shoulders, letting me go. He keeps

been concentrating on watching the magic flow through the trees. But now,

a valley of ferns. Pretty little silver toadstools peek through the greenery wherever they can, and

I murmur. “It’s so beautiful

that he’s likewise moved by the sight of it. “Do you want to…stop here? For just a

my answer coming almost instantly. It just

we do. In the little grove of trees, acting completely on impulse, we stop. Victor goes further, lowering himself to the ground with a great exhalation

whisper, laughing a little. “Shouldn’t we be…looking

reaching for my wrist and tugging me closer to him. “I already

leg over his body

one eye, peaking up at me. “What are you doing?” he