Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

Alvin, Ian, and I all jump at once, spinning towards the room, peeking in the window to see –

“Duck!” I whisper, seeing Victor standing alone in the empty room, confused as he looks for his missing family. Alvin and Ian comply immediately, tucking their heads down below the windowsill, but I am either too slow or too large to fully hide.

“What!” I hear Victor gasp in the room, and then I hear his footsteps moving swiftly towards us. “Evelyn! What the -!”

“Stop!” I hiss, popping back up to see him already at the window’s edge, reaching for me. I swat at his hand. “Be quiet! They’ll hear you!”

“What? Who?” he asks, making no effort to lower his voice. I swat at him again and Ian pops up, gesturing angrily towards Rafe and Bridgette in the yard, who, luckily, are too wrapped up in their conversation to have heard us.

Victor’s eyes go wide when he sees Ian crouched next to me, and then wider when he peers to my left and sees Alvin there, eating his candy, his focus already back on his uncle. “Oh my god,” Victor murmurs. “You’re spying – you have a spy platform –“

“Ya!” I say angrily, swatting at him for a third time. “And you’re ruining it! It was just getting really good!”

Victor groans, leaning forward and reaching for me, taking me under the arms and starting to pull me back into the house.

“Noo!” I cry out in a whisper, doing my best to wriggle away from him. “Put me down! I need to hear them!”

“You’re all coming inside right now – this isn’t safe –“

“Yes it is!” I protest. “It’s safe!”

“You’re pregnant, Evelyn!”

“I’m aware, Victor!” I object, angry, still trying to be as quiet as I can. “But it’s sturdy out here – I promise! We’re not coming in! If you make me come in, I’ll shout now, and then your brother will never get his girl back!”

and Bridgette, who are holding each other’s hands and looking deeply into each other’s faces. “Don’t make me ruin this moment, Victor,” I whisper, my eyes narrowing at him. He

me go. “You’re lucky I had this roof inspected weeks

Ian whispers, spinning

throws a candy at Victor’s

and leaning against the window sill. I sit

for another helping of candy. He complies. “Go turn

in his place in the room, peering out the window with us. I grin, then,

love you, Bridgette,” Rafe says, shaking his head at her. “I think – I think maybe I’ve always

press a hand

Rafe promises, slipping an arm around Bridgette’s waist and pulling her closer to him. “If you…if you let me make you my Luna, let me treat you the way you deserve. I promise, I’ll listen to you – I’ll do everything in my power to give you the best life. I love you, Bridgette. Let me show you how much – for the rest of my life, let me show you how

my eyes and Victor’s hand comes gently to the back of my head then, running down the length of my hair. He sends me a little nudge down our bond, letting me know that he makes that same promise to me. I send my faith back to him, the knowledge that I know that already – that I’ve known it,

help but smile myself, truly touched by this moment, so grateful to have been able to see it. Their kiss deepens,

course, Ian ruins

to stare at him, and I see Bridgette and Rafe clutch each other as they stumble in

my auntie!” Ian shouts, lifting his hands in victory. “Yayyyy, Auntie

by the waist, tugging him down into my lap, but the damage is already done. I see Rafe and Bridgette focus their eyes on us – on the four of us, clearly spying on them from above. Rafe narrows his eyes, clearly perturbed, but Bridgette bursts out laughing. I laugh a little myself when I see her cheerful face – she’s always

family, these nephews? She really should know

huffs, stepping back from the window to make space

I comply, climbing through the window and then stepping back to make space

says, disappointed as he climbs through. “It was just getting good – it’s not

to his brother. “It was getting gross, with all the kissing. You didn’t