Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 247 – Reunion

Bridgette is standing in the doorway with a bag pressed tightly to her chest, Alvin’s hand held tightly in her own. Her lovely blond hair is golden in the backlit glow from the porch light. “Um,” she says, giving us all an awkward little smile. “Does anyone want some ice cream? Alvin and I made a…pitstop.”

Rafe just stares at her, struck dumb by something – her beauty, his own fear of losing her again, his guilt perhaps? I look between the two of them, assessing, but luckily Ian comes to all of our aid.

“I want ice cream!” He calls, jumping off the couch and rushing towards Bridgette. “What kind did you get?” he asks, pulling at the bag in her arms and not bothering to say hello. “Did you get rocky road? You didn’t get strawberry, did you?”

Bridgette laughs, her face lighting up, and begins to answer his questions.

I blink, coming back to myself, and walk warmly over to her.

“Ian,” I scold, frowning at him. “Do we interrogate people about their ice cream when they come into our house? Or do we say hello?”

“Oops,” he says, giving me a little grimace. Then he gives Bridgette a bright smile. “Welcome home, auntie!” he says, wrapping his arms around her waist as she laughs and pats his back. Alvin takes the opportunity to steal the back of ice cream, absconding with it to the kitchen, where he puts it on the table and climbs up next to it like an eager little monkey.

I watch him, laughing a little as he pulls the cartons out and places them on the table. I should scold him too for climbing on the table, but he’s just so funny.

“Hey!” Ian shouts, realizing that the ice cream is gone. He spies his brother taking the advantage and runs over to the table to join him.

“Wash your hands!” I call out to them as I close the door behind Bridgette. “Spoons! Bowls! Paper towels! We are not eating our ice cream with our fingers tonight!”

The boys shout their assent and continue their work. I wrap my arm around Bridgette’s waist, bringing her in and giving her another warm smile, hoping she knows that she’s safe and welcome here. She gives me an anxious smile in return, glancing towards Rafe, who hasn’t moved.

for getting the ice cream, Bridgette,” I say. “You really didn’t have

she says, smirking a little and letting me know with her expression that she figured out my plan. “I don’t think Alvin was going to let

my boys. “Those Alpha children. So willful. Where do

says, leaning forward to give her a brotherly kiss on the cheek. She murmurs her returned greeting before he turns to me, putting a compelling arm around my waist. “Come on, Evelyn,” he says, tugging me towards the living room. “Ian brought

intending to stay at Bridgette’s side, but Victor gives me a look. Come on, Evie, he says sternly

I am, perhaps – just perhaps! – getting too involved in what is really their

give Bridgette a little kiss on the cheek and let Victor pull me away. “We’ll be right over here,” I whisper, nodding towards the living room. “In

a little growl and pulls me off my feet then, sweeping me up into his arms as he did to Ian a

confining grip, even though I know it’s fruitless. “You can’t just

I end up curled up in his lap. “That’s my right, as the Alpha. 50/50 tiebreaker decisions go to you, carrying-away-overwrought-Lunas goes to me.” He gives me a charming grin and I can’t help

murmur as I look towards the kitchen, where the boys are sitting on the table digging into the ice cream and Bridgette is taking a few tentative steps towards Rafe, his head lowered

Victor agrees, running his nose against the soft skin behind my ear and whispering so only I can hear him. “I am the boss, and one day I’m going to turn you into my perfect, obedient little Luna, who obeys my every command with a smile

“Don’t get your hopes up on that one, kid,” I murmur, returning my eyes to Rafe and

he continues softly, confidently, beginning to press kisses discretely along the length of my neck. “I can find ways to make you want to obey

my shoulder, just barely using the edge of his teeth

to my knee and beginning to slowly, intently move it north. My core heats at this touch and I turn my face to him, my

what he’s doing. “You’re – you’re using your wiles!

to stay at Bridgette’s side, but Victor gives me a look. Come on, Evie, he says sternly into my mind. It’s their

as I push against him, trying to get to my feet. But he just

snap, pouting up at him when I realize there’s no way he’s going to let me go free. “You’re using my attraction to you

as he considers my word choice. “I was thinking rugged, handsome, maybe roguish