Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

I have to admit, it’s really weird pulling up to the house where I grew up, considering that the last time I was here I left in a helicopter clutching my half-dead mate’s hand. I glance in the rearview window at my two boys, suddenly realizing that this house is probably full of strange memories for them as well.

Was it wrong to bring them along?

But one glance at Ian lets me know that he, at least, is thrilled.

“Can we go in the basement?! Can we play in the jail where you were locked up, mama?!”

“Is that really what you want to do?” I ask, screwing up my face with distaste as I put the car in park out front.

Alvin bites his lip, looking at me, clearly not as eager to re-enact his trauma as Ian is. I laugh, shaking my head and starting to get out of the car. The boys join me in the driveway.

“Listen, you guys can both do what you want, but you should ask your grandmother first. See what she thinks.”

They both nod, starting to run up the stairs to the house. As they reach the top, the door opens and my mother’s beaming face appears. “Evelyn! Ian, Alvin! Lovely!” she calls, laughing as the boys run to hug her.

I smile, surprised. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her…

Well, as I climb the stairs after my boys, I realize that my mother has always been the perfect Luna, which means answering the door with a gracious smile. Even a warm greeting like this would have made my father frowning at her, giving her the message – however implicit – that she was embarrassing him.

As I reach the top of the stairs and lean to give her a kiss on the cheek, I’m suddenly furious for her, that she’s lived a life so hemmed in she couldn’t even be excited to see her grandchildren. At least, not until now, when he’s locked away in a jail.

“Are you all right, darling?” she asks, peering at me closely.

“Yes, mama,” I say, giving her a warm smile. “I’m sorry – lost in my thoughts.”

at my

sharp eye for diamonds,” I

eye. Congratulations, darling.” She gives me an extra squeeze and then releases me. “I think you two are good for

her about their lives and their school, Alvin telling her all about

come in, Emma rushes across the room, laughing, happy to see me. I wrap her in a warm hug, holding

pulling back a little and grinning at the boys. “Putting Victor to

can see. Emma gasps and then wraps me again in a hug, rocking me back and forth in

god, Evie,” she laughs. “Delia is going to flip out – she’s been calling this for weeks – the gossip blogs

laugh harder with her, shaking my head. Honestly, I used to love those blogs so much,

social media if she wants,” I say,

says, her eyes going wide as we move to the couch. “Please let her –

say, shrugging. “I’ll have Victor’s media people get in touch with her about it. Someone’s got to break it to the press

press?” Alvin asks, curious, coming over to

I say, pulling him close

he says, flushing red. “I haven’t even asked her yet. I’m

on the cheek and a swat on the rear. “You two go find

kitchen,” my mother says, leaning forward to smile at

be back to listen at the door in a moment?” Emma asks,

after them. “With a cookie

should move quickly,” my mother says, looking at me seriously. I c**k my head

I didn’t tell them why, but as I look between both of

where my hands are pressed against