Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 236 – The Road Home

The ride home passes slowly, probably because I am distracted with all my thoughts.

The forest was stressful in its own way – we had to do hard work uncovering and facing our deepest doubts, learning what we are to each other. But in many ways it had been a reprieve. Lots of people, I think, would welcome the opportunity to step away from their life for a minute and take the time to truly consider who it is they are and what they want.

Now that I’m in this RV speeding quickly back to my home and my life there, the troubles of the world come swarming back to me.

There was so much I had to do – wanted to do, really. And it was wonderful that I could now face these problems with the full understanding of what Victor and I are to each other, knowing that he loves and supports me in all that I do. But that doesn’t change the challenges themselves, some of which seem insurmountable.

Alvin and Ian sit at the little kitchen table with me, playing three magnetic board games at once, as they usually do, making up the rules as they go. I hold Ian casually on my lap as they play, my arms lightly looped around his waist and my back pressed against the window, which I look out of passively, not really seeing anything as I think.

Victor sits in the passenger seat as Stephen drives, the two of them going over everything we’ve missed in the past few weeks. Luckily, the technology in the RV held up and Stephen was able to keep in touch with everything going on at home, so he’s well prepared to brief Victor. They’ve already radioed home to let everyone know we’re coming, but apparently there’s some issue with Rafe – he can’t be found? Or roused?

I don’t really know, and frankly I’m not interested enough to care. I’m still angry at him for what he did to Bridgette.

“Are you okay, mommy?” Ian whispers, turning to look at me with concern.

“Just fine, turkey,” I murmur, leaning forward to give him a little kiss on the nose. “Don’t worry about me – I’m just figuring out all sorts of problems in my head as we go.”

“Math problems?” Alvin asks, perking up. “We can help!”

“No,” I reply, grinning at him. “Girl problems. Luna stuff.”

“Ewwww,” both twins say together, turning back to their game and sticking out their tongues. I laugh and turn back to my thoughts. I knew that would work, and I need to concentrate.

My mind turns back to Bridgette, though I know there are more pressing political matters at hand. I feel terribly guilty for unintentionally leaving her alone in that little rental cabin out in the middle of nowhere for almost a month. She’ll be comfortable, I know, and likely needed the space – but is she lonely out there? She’s such a lovely, social person. I hope she’s not alone.

my

Oh my god.

Victor’s custody, leaving my mother totally alone, and that I haven’t even thought

rushes back to me. Why the hell had I been so eager to get out of the forest and back to all of this? And I

the front of the RV, giving me a little

all right? he asks, looking at me seriously

I reply, speaking truthfully. Because I am okay – I can handle all of this, especially with him at my side. Just – thinking of everything we have to take

we go – Ian and I wanted to stay

get home as much as I did. I give him a little shove with my mind and he laughs, making Stephen turn to

be all right, Evie, my mate says to me, giving me a warm smile. After all we’ve been

grateful for him and his assurance. We’ll just take it one thing at

I pull Ian a little closer to me, giving

to work.” I believed him, too – Stephen’s always been the one to stay up with Victor at all hours, working on the nuances of his plans. He’s the kind of Beta who is there because he wants to be, not because he has to be,

strength giving him the capacity to push forward and let Stephen rest. I put the boys to bed and let Stephen take the bed in the back room, where he’s been sleeping anyway. Then, I

you,” he says, “if I need someone to

chin and sighing comfortably as I curl further into the seat’s leather cushions. “I don’t think I could even

help you tie some wooden blocks to your feet so you can reach,” Victor begins to

one eye to glare at him. “Lunas do

on the road, and nods to me. Smiling, I drift off

a new sensation after hours of fast highway driving. I squint against the rays of the sun, raising a hand to rub my eyes and glancing

woke up,” he mutters, smiling at me. “Home sweet

my little house. “It’s so cute – do

he works to wedge the huge vehicle in