Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

Chapter 253

#Chapter 253 – Three Against One

“You – you brought my son to visit my father in prison? Your prison? Which you didn’t tell me about?” My mouth hangs open in shock and horror.

“Um,” Victor says, bashful. “Well, yes. That’s…the gist of it.”

“Oh my god,” I breathe, putting a hand to my chest.

Ian turns to me then, realizing that something is not right. “What?” he asks, looking between us. “Did I do something bad?”

“No, Ian,” Victor says, sighing and sitting up on his elbows. “It’s nice of you to wonder about your grandfather being comfortable. I just didn’t have the chance to fill your mom in on all the details yet.”

“Didn’t have the chance?” I bite out, glaring at him. “Or the inclination?”

Victor gives me an even stare. “All right, Evelyn,” he says calmly. “I am sorry that I put it off, I could have told you this morning, or last night, or any time – but you have to admit, there were other things on both of our minds.”

I bite my lip, realizing that he is perhaps right. Slowly I nod, admitting that my accusation is a little unfair.

“He’s safe, he’s well,” Victor says softly. “Can we talk about it in a little bit? Perhaps after…” he nods towards the kids and then mimes being asleep.

“I know what that means, Dad,” Ian says dryly, hanging his head to the side. “You can just say it.”

Alvin comes into living room then, his arms full of food. “Know what what means?” he asks, curious.

mad because dad didn’t tell

eyebrows and

the three of them. “So nice to be

but I interrupt, pointing a finger at all three of them in turn and giving them each a glare. “That’s it,” I say. “I’ve decided. I’m having eight more kids and they’re all going to be girls so that we can outnumber you boys. And then we’ll be the ones with the

but Alvin and Ian go pale

if it’s a fate worse than death. Alvin

out a breath and settles down next to me. “But if you don’t want that to happen, you all

over to me with my options, which I sort

in my ear, pressing a kiss just behind

not done talking about it,” I say, turning to look at him. “But…I understand.” He gives me a warm, grateful smile and I turn my attention to my family, thinking a little

I’m not perfect

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pull the door shut on the boys’ room. He leans against it and I can see his exhaustion in the sigh that he heaves. I rub a hand over his back, understanding. Still, a little joy runs through me as I recognize that it’s not the kind of exhaustion that we felt when we were

of a dad who also has an important job with

him towards our

him through the door and over to the bed, where he sits down. I pamper him a bit then, going to the closet and picking out a fresh pair of

when I come back to bed, I turn off the light and curl up against my pillow, assuming he’s already asleep. I’m surprised, then, when Victor turns

softly. “Are

respond, curiously turning to look at him in the soft

about

murmur, touched and lifting a hand to his face. “Thank you, baby, but you’re exhausted – you don’t have to tell me

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