Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 250 – Help from a Friend

Alvin gasps as Victor slows the car down, pulling up to their destination. “I know where we are!” he cries, pressing his hands eagerly to the car door and bringing his face close to the window.

“You do?” Victor asks, frowning at his son in the rear view mirror.

“Yeah!” Alvin replies, nodding eagerly. “The fire station! We’ve been here before, for a birthday party!”

“Oh,” Victor responds mildly, shrugging it off. He shouldn’t be surprised, he supposed – the boys had lived in this neighborhood for a long time, and fire houses were common-enough gathering places. “Are you ready?” he asks.

“Yup!” Alvin replies, taking off his seatbelt and pulling the handle on his door. He frowns at it when it doesn’t open, and then frowns at his dad, who blesses the invention of child safety locks.

“Alvin,” Victor says seriously turning to his son. “Remember, we’re here on official business, okay? Not for fun. So you’ve got to be an Alpha today. Very serious and well-behaved. All right?”

“Yes,” Alvin says, determined, working hard to wipe the excitement from his face. He doesn’t even come close to succeeding. Victor can’t help but smile a little and goes around the car to open his son’s door.

Victor hadn’t intended to take Alvin with him today, but the boys freaked out when they saw that he was leaving the house in one of his suits. They knew that he was going somewhere important, and they were dying to accompany him. Victor had said no, of course – he had to keep his head straight today – but Alvin had looked at him with those big brown eyes, and had brought up the fact that Ian had been allowed to go to the prison with him.

“Why don’t I get to do Alpha stuff?” Alvin had asked in a frail little voice, and Victor’s heart had broken.

So, now, here Alvin was, along on a very important and delicate mission. Victor sighs as he pulls the handle on his son’s door, hoping it isn’t a mistake.

It’s hard to regret, though, when he sees his kid’s smile and feels Alvin take his hand. “Okay, dad,” Alvin says with a nod. “You lead the way.”

Victor nods in agreement and together the pair head into the fire station, looking around for the person they came here to meet. Before Victor can find him, though, Alvin surprises him by crying out again.

“Uncle Mark!” Alvin shouts, and suddenly the boy’s hand is gone from Victor’s. Victor turns swiftly and sees his son streaking towards a gigantic firefighter who is crossing the room, his boots in his hand. Victor’s eyes go wide with surprise as the firefighter blinks at his son and then his face breaks into a big smile.

“Hey, little buddy!” Mark cries out, dropping to one knee and wrapping the little boy in a big hug. “Long time no see!”

Victor frowns, walking slowly over to the firefighter hugging his son, his face deliberately cool. When he reaches the pair, he says nothing, just stands by watching them catch up. Who the hell was this guy?

“Mark,” Alvin says, looking between the firefighter and his dad. “Do you know my daddy?”

don’t, little man,” Mark says, grinning down at the boy before smiling at Victor. “Hi,” he says simply, giving a charming smile. “I’m

Victor says, shaking his hand and frowning to see that the firefighter is about an inch taller than him, and far more muscled. Victor is used to being the tallest man in the room and he doesn’t quite like being outmatched. Victor takes his hand back and puts it casually in

Mark says, glancing awkwardly

used to sleep over!” Alvin explains enthusiastically, beaming up at Victor. “In mommy’s room! We used to handcuff him to the bed for fun!” he

eyes to Mark’s awkward face and opens his mouth to enquire further when he’s interrupted by the appearance

casually against the wall.

about Mark, takes a minute to look between the two of them, slowly

That all three…

my god,” he murmurs, running a hand down his face to hide his embarrassed blush. “Thank

Edgar asks,

Victor sighs, putting his hands deep in his pockets. “She would die laughing. And never, ever let

Victor silently thanks god that the awkward

shoulder. “Come upstairs, where we can sit down. It’s good to

fondly, meaning it. Working with the Betas hadn’t been the same since Edgar left. Victor looks hesitatingly

with me,” Mark says fondly, ruffling the kid’s

asks, pleased and

got some really tiny places in the truck engines

Mark looks to Victor, his eyebrow raised, and Victor nods his assent. Mark takes Alvin away then,

the stairs. “No worries. He’ll keep Alvin

when they reach the landing, which leads to a comfortable if shabby common room with

the kitchen counter where he pours two cups of coffee. “I mean,” he shrugs, “it’s a step down from the

then. “Do you ever feel like you

then down at his cup of coffee. “Is that

by to watch the game?” Victor replies, his voice hard. Edgar meets Victor’s eyes again, holding them. “I need your help, Edgar,” Victor continues seriously. “It’s a mission, a big one. And

cup of coffee back down on the counter. There’s a moment of silence before he responds. But when he does speak, it’s a single

“Amelia.”

“How are you

“What?” Edgar asks, confused.

Victor says, shaking his head. “What, can

laughs at this, leaning back on the counter and smiling at Victor like an old friend. Victor’s grateful for it, for this man and all he’s done for him. He hates to ask for more but…well, if