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.

done yet? Can we go outside and burn our

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

they’re done with their baths – to overcome his six-day hangover. It’s better that he’s away, though, because the house rapidly fills with people. It’s Betas mostly, eager to see their Alpha and deliver their

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

after them just as Ian lights a match. God, when will I ever learn to watch my mouth around

working with them, planning his next steps, contacting people to

their lessons, calling my mother and Emma and Delia

wrapped up in blankets in my bed and should be worrying about getting some sleep. Tomorrow, it all

leans back against the pillows, draping a hand over his eyes, but I

him and patting him like he’s a delicate little thing. “Sleepy after his big day

forget, Evelyn,” he admonishes, “that I haven’t slept for thirty-six hours. I was driving

sacrifice,” I mutter, putting my head on his chest. “It’s almost as big a

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

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

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

this for the leverage, and because you

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

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