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?”

his other arm around my shoulders, pinning me to his chest. I can feel him shaking against me, can hear the little desperate laugh that finds its way out of his chest. I pull

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

spring to my eyes as I grin at him in

laugh. “Twins!? Twins again?!” Then he squeezes me

Not yet. No – I wanted this moment – wanted to

never thought that my clever

to me, holding out the toy stethoscope from his doctor’s play set. “Here, mama,” he

he doesn’t let me go far. “Does this actually work?” I ask, curious,

“I think so. But maybe it

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

mama,” he says,

ask, remembering that

I move the stethoscope

sounds like one heartbeat, moving very quick, but then…the rhythm

god…” I 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 in

body – “I didn’t mean to keep a secret –

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 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 the early days with the

thrilled – and so am I, to be able to do this

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

“What?” I ask, “I’m sorry baby – what’s wrong – I

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