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.

hear Ian’s muffled voice call. “Are you done yet? Can we go outside

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

to overcome his six-day hangover. It’s better that he’s away, though, because

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

just as Ian lights a match. God, when will I ever learn

next steps, contacting people to

my mother and Emma and Delia to let them know I’m safe. I also contacted Bridgette, but didn’t hear back

Bridgette now, even though I’m wrapped up in

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

and patting him like he’s a

his fingers at me, giving a little huff of irritation. “You forget, Evelyn,” he admonishes, “that

as big a sacrifice as giving half of your life

from his face and wrapping his arm around me, tucking me under his chin. “Are you ever going to let that go? Will I

murmur, reaching up to caress his newly-smooth cheek with my thumb. “Which is the only real reason I did it, to be honest. For

closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of me

leverage, and because you make good babies, and I

and pinning me back on the bed. I laugh as he presses me down against the mattress.

skin against him. “Because Lunas get what they want. Besides,” I murmur, looking upwards innocently. “I’ve heard a rumor