Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 238 – Unfinished Business

Victor is unfortunately wrapped in a towel, all finished by the time I get to the bedroom. I give him a pout and he chuckles at me. “Too slow,” he smirks.

I move towards him, holding out my arms, but he dodges away from me. “No!” he cries out. “You’re still all forest-y – I just got clean –“

“Rude!” I cry, my eyes wide with shock as I put my hands on my hips. “I gave you half my life force and you won’t even give me a hug –“

“I would love to give you a hug,” he explains, heading for the closet. “When you’re nice and clean and don’t smell like moldy rotten leaves anymore.”

I glare at him like the injured queen I’m pretending to be, promising death with my eyes. It just makes him smirk as he disappears into the closet. But honestly, I don’t really mind. A shower sounds like just about the best thing in the world anyway.

“Fine,” I call over my shoulder. “I’ll shower, but you have two naked sons running around the hallway who need baths. So you can take care of that while I take a nice soak.”

“Aye aye, captain,” I hear him murmur as I close the bathroom door behind me.

I take my time, not caring for a minute who needs me or what I have to do next. I take a brisk shower, getting the worst of the dirt off of me, and then I begin to fill the tub with hot, hot water, luxuriating in the miracle of indoor plumbing. As the tub fills, I wantonly add bath salts, balms, and oils until my cauldron bubbles to my liking. When it’s ready, I climb in and let it work its spell on me.

I sigh as I lean back in the water, breathing the scent of eucalyptus deep into my lungs. God, it feels good to just sit back, relax, and not worry about anything for a few minutes. I let my mind wander as I shampoo and condition my hair. As I pamper myself, my muscles unwind and I can almost feel any extra dirt sticking to me gently washing away.

Of course, like all things in the life of a mother of twins, my peace doesn’t last long.

An eager knock comes at the door, drawing a little sigh from my lips.

call. “Are you done yet? Can we go outside

“Just a minute!” Then, I duck my head fully under the water, running my fingers through my hair, getting the last of the conditioner out. When I resurface, I return my attention steadily to the door, to my son, to my life. “Okay!” I call. “I’m ready! Go downstairs, I’ll come down when I’m dressed. And

once they’re done with their baths – to overcome his six-day hangover. It’s better that he’s away, though, because the house rapidly

living room at his makeshift little desk. As his men gather around him I frown a little, realizing that our days in this little house are numbered. The home that Amelia designed for them was a little excessive, but he really does need a larger space in which to conduct his business. I begin to wonder what that house will look like, where it will be, but am interrupted by the sight of my boys, outside, heaping their hiking clothes in a pile a safe distance from the

dashing out the door after them just as Ian lights a match. God, when will

the entire day working with them, planning his next steps, contacting people to set up meetings and let the world know – however subtly – that

the boys’ tutor to get them restarted with their lessons, calling my mother and Emma and Delia to let them know I’m safe. I also contacted Bridgette, but didn’t hear back

about Bridgette now, even though I’m wrapped up in blankets in my bed and should be worrying about getting some sleep. Tomorrow, it all

back against the pillows, draping a hand over his eyes, but I see a little smile on his lips as he

coo, moving closer to him and patting him like he’s a delicate little

at me, giving a little huff of irritation. “You forget, Evelyn,” he admonishes, “that I haven’t slept for thirty-six hours. I was

“It’s almost as

me under his chin. “Are

cheek with my thumb. “Which is the only real reason I did it, to be honest.

you love me?” he murmurs, closing his eyes and enjoying

in this for the leverage, and because you make good babies, and I want six more just like the other

as he moves suddenly, turning me over and pinning me back on the bed. I

I glare, challenging him as I slowly raise my leg, pressing it against his, letting him feel my smooth skin against him. “Because Lunas get what they want. Besides,” I murmur,