Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

My mouth falls open and then I’m laughing, my shoulders shaking almost with hysteria, and I put my head in my hands.

Twins. Twins!

Again, twins!

Oh my god.

I’m still processing the news when I feel warm hands on my shoulders. I look up, then, into Victor’s serious face. “Please, Evelyn,” he murmurs, putting pressure on my shoulders and I realize that he wants me to lay back.

“What?” I ask, leaning backwards a little but not understanding.

“I need to –“ he doesn’t finish his sentence – apparently can’t finish his sentence, he’s too swept away by his emotions. Still not understanding, I oblige him and lay back on the bed, looking over at my sons who apparently understand.

“Here, papa,” Alvin says, hopping off the other bed and coming to point at my stomach. Then, as Victor lowers his head to my lower abdomen and presses his ear against me, I understand. And I’m suddenly quite jealous.

“Hey!” I cry, sitting up a little, “no fair! No one else gets to hear if I can’t hear – I can’t bend like that!”

Ian, apparently coming up with a solution, runs away from the bed while Victor murmurs “please, Evelyn, quiet – please, I’m begging you -” and closes his eyes, apparently listening very hard and training all of his wolf hearing onto my stomach.

I keep my neck bent, my eyes on him, watching and…I see the moment that he hears them. I gasp myself, seeing him go perfectly still.

“Oh my god,” he murmurs, rigid with shock for a moment, “Evelyn…I can hear them…”

Then he whips his face up to me, his eyes wide, more surprised and overwhelmed than I think I’ve ever seen him. I honestly – I don’t know what to do – but a smile spreads on my face despite me.

“Well?” I say, spreading my hands out desperately. “What do you think?”

my shoulders, pinning me to his chest. I can feel him shaking against me, can

the look on his face. The broad, disbelieving smile, the wide astonished

to my eyes as I grin

his forehead to mine, still laughing a frenzied little laugh. “Twins!? Twins again?!” Then he squeezes me back

– not…truly. Not yet. No – I wanted this moment – wanted to

thought that my clever boys would figure it

toy stethoscope from his doctor’s play set. “Here, mama,” he says, apparently

pull away from Victor a little, though he doesn’t let me go far. “Does this actually work?” I ask,

shrugs a little. “I think so. But maybe it is

and slip the earpieces into my ears. Then, bending over, I place the round chest-piece of the stethoscope low on my

he says,

do you know that?” I ask, remembering that

and smiles at me. I move the stethoscope to where

it sounds like one heartbeat, moving very quick,

murmur, starting

real. It’s truly

Twins…

as close, again overwhelmed. Next to me, I feel two little boys press against my side and release Victor with one arm so that I can bring them

all, my voice muffled by the closeness of Victor’s body – “I didn’t mean to keep a secret – or, well, I did – but I just

from me and giving me a warm smile, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand. I press a quick kiss to his mouth, my hand on his check, touched by how

a moment, because I know that there’s more meaning behind his words than the boys probably understand. What he’s also saying behind those words is that he’s excited because he gets to be here for it this time – that he missed the first pregnancy, and the birth, and

to be able to do this with

Alvin whines, pressing himself against me. “Stop looking at dad! Look at

my boy, curious. “What?” I ask, “I’m sorry baby

working to crawl up into my lap. I coo to him, making space between me and