Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

“I can’t believe they talked us into this,” Victor murmurs, anxiously massaging his temple with two fingers and glancing at me in the rearview mirror. I’m sitting in the back seat with one twin in my lap, the other pressed tight against my side. Rafe, seated next to Victor in the driver’s seat, likewise looks back at me dubiously.

“It will be fine,” I murmur, ignoring both of them to kiss Ian’s head and stroke his hair. “They’ve had a hard day – it makes sense that they want to be close to us.”

“Yeah, dad!” Alvin says, smiling towards the front seat. “Plus, Ian already got to see the jail, and I want to see it too –“

“Only fair,” Ian murmurs, still staring out the window. “There, Alvin! Did you see that white sign? That means we’re close!”

Alvin, excited, starts to chitter to his brother, which gives me time to sort my thoughts. Perhaps predictably, I’m torn – half of my mind is now on my pregnancy, now suddenly real when for weeks it had just been…half real? A little fantasy all my own that I very much hoped was true?

And the other half is, of course, on my father.

Victor offered to do it all himself – to deliver the news, to take him home, to arrange it all. But…I just didn’t feel right about it. Since the decision was mine, I should be the one to deliver the blow. Still…I sigh, wondering if the stress is worth it. Especially now that I know that I’m pregnant.

My time for thinking it over is done, though, when Victor swings the car up to an intimidating gate, rolling down his window to gain entrance. I take a deep breath and Ian senses my dour mood, turning to me. “Don’t worry, mama,” he whispers, “it’s not as scary as you think it will be.”

“Thank you, baby,” I murmur in reply. “I’m glad I have you to lean on if I get scared.”

“And me,” Alvin whispers, looking up at me with bright eyes. I nod to him seriously, letting him know that I appreciate him as well.

we all spill out of the car, the kids running excited for the door, Rafe going with them to speak to the Betas guarding it. Victor comes to me, though, taking my hand and walking close. I smile as he does this – he’s always been attentive but…I am noticing that he’s been

is…normal?” he asks quietly as we walk

up at him. “I don’t know what you’re asking yet, but considering

do you think it’s normal that we…brought our kids to the jail. To tell their grandfather he’s going to be living on house arrest and their uncle that he’s going to be locked up for the

I say, running a hand through my hair, “it’s…Sunday, so they

not wanting him distracted by his duties when he enters the jail. He stops as

kids,” I say. “They’re…Alphas, the heirs to two gigantic packs and a great deal of power. And as much as I want them to have normal, happy childhoods, I think that that ship has sailed. Do I think it’s weird that they begged to go to a jail as a field trip and we said

little, shaking his

fine line, Victor, of keeping them safe and happy while showing them the realities of the world to which we’re raising them. I think it will be better for them to be raised within it, rather than sheltered from

only got twelve years until they inherit the Walsh pack,

I say softly. “Their birthday

hand, realizing that I’m right. “God, I really

up at

move it?” Rafe calls to us, clearly a little frustrated. “God, what’s going on with

but I tug Victor’s hand. We both move forward, ready to get this over with. As we reach the doors, we each take one of the twins’

says seriously, looking between them. “Alpha faces on. We have work

and, simultaneous, give a deep nod. I smile

what I wanted for them to