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.

new subjects. I think of my mother, grimacing as I realize

Oh my god.

my father is still somewhere in Victor’s custody, leaving my mother totally alone, and that I haven’t even

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

RV, giving me a little nudge in my mind,

asks, looking at me seriously from the front of

handle all of this, especially

insisted we go – Ian and I wanted to stay

as I did. I give him a little shove with my

me, giving me a warm

his assurance. We’ll just

wink and then turns his attention back to his Beta and the road before us. I pull Ian a little closer to me, giving him a hug, and looking back out

get home matched by Stephen’s eagerness to help us get there. “I had weeks of rest,” he had said when I asked if he was too tired to press on, “I’m dying to get back 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,

put the boys to bed and let Stephen take the bed in the

to relieve me. You can

I curl further into the

feet so you can

I interject, opening one eye to glare at him. “Lunas do not

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

a few hours later as I sense the RV begin to slow, 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 around me. Then I gasp, abruptly awake, as I see my little cottage before us. Victor is turning into

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

little house. “It’s so cute – do you remember it being this

happily as he works to wedge the huge vehicle in the driveway behind some Beta cars