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.

you done yet? Can we go outside and

hair, getting the last of the conditioner out. When I resurface, I return my attention

– 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

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

the door after them just as Ian lights a

are exhausted, hours later, when the last of the Betas leave. He’d spent the entire day working with them, planning his next steps, contacting people to set up meetings and

busy as well, contacting 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

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

sigh as he sits down heavily on the bed next to me. He leans back against the pillows, draping a hand over his eyes, but

coo, moving closer to him and patting him like

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

“It’s almost as big a sacrifice as giving half

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

he murmurs, closing his eyes and

for the leverage, and because you make good babies, and I want six

on the bed. I laugh as he presses me down against the mattress. “You can’t have six more, I refuse.

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, looking upwards innocently. “I’ve heard a rumor that you’re very rich. You