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.

is mad because dad didn’t tell her that

eyebrows

I say sarcastically, looking around at the three of them.

all three of them in turn and giving them each a glare. “That’s it,” I say. “I’ve decided. I’m having

laughs at this but Alvin and Ian go pale with horror, which makes

worse than death. Alvin nods

that to happen, you all have to be very nice to me for the rest of the night.

over to me with my options, which I sort through

in my ear, pressing

a warm, grateful smile and I turn my attention to my family, thinking a little about the conversation that I had with Bridgette earlier.

I’m

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later, Victor and I finally 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 sick and trying to find

basic exhaustion of a dad who

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

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

quick trip to the bathroom to brush my teeth and 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 over to wrap

softly.

at him in

nods, pressing onward. “I want to tell you about your dad, about our visit to the prison.

baby, but you’re exhausted – you don’t have to tell me

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