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.

sitting on the floor. “Mom is mad because dad didn’t tell her that we went to visit

says, raising his eyebrows and turning to me.

of them. “So

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

Alvin and Ian go pale with horror, which

it’s a fate worse than death. Alvin nods in

don’t want that to happen, you all have to be very nice to me

me with my options, which I sort through

Victor murmurs in my ear,

to my family, thinking a little about the conversation that I had with Bridgette earlier. Perhaps there’s room in me for a little more forgiveness, for lines

all, I’m

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exhaustion in the sigh that he heaves. I rub a hand over his back, understanding. Still, a little joy runs through

the wonderfully basic exhaustion of a dad who also has an important

murmur, nudging him towards our bedroom. “Let’s

and lets me steer 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 pajamas for him, murmuring sweet compliments to him as I help him change and then

light and curl up against my pillow, assuming he’s already asleep. I’m surprised, then, when Victor turns over to

softly. “Are

to look at him in the soft

want to tell you about your dad, about our visit to the prison.

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

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