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.

Rafe going with them to speak to the Betas guarding it. Victor comes to me, though, taking

you think this is…normal?” he asks quietly as we walk towards the door to

asking yet, but considering that you’re asking about

presses forward. “I mean, 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

my hair, “it’s…Sunday, so they don’t have school. But as

wanting him distracted by his duties when he

not normal 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

laughs a little, shaking

safe and happy while showing them the realities of the world to which we’re raising

twelve years until they

softly. “Their birthday is only two months

realizing that I’m right. “God, I really need to invest in some technology to stop time. It’s moving

I say, pressing myself to his side and grinning up at him. He

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

tug Victor’s hand. We both move forward, ready to get this over

boys,” Victor says seriously, looking between them. “Alpha

look at him and, simultaneous, give a deep nod. I

world now, after all. It is perhaps not what I wanted for them to begin with, but now that I see them