Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

’m up first the next morning, but I decide to let Victor have a little more rest. I smile at him as I watch him sleep for a moment, wanting very much to reach out and rub my hand against the new stubble lining his jaw, but holding back. He’s been working so hard lately – he deserves this break as much as anyone.

So, as carefully as I can, I peel myself out of the bed and head for the closet, changing quickly into some soft, casual clothing and then pulling my warm robe on over top of it, knotting it tightly around my waist.

Then, moving slowly so the floors and door don’t creak, I duck out of the room and softly shut the door behind me. I’m eagerly thinking of my single cup of coffee as I start down the stairs. As much as I’m thrilled to be pregnant, I have to admit that I’m looking forward to the day when I can have my two morning cups and my two-o’clock refresher so that I’ve got –

I stop at the landing of the stairs, my mind going blank as I glance into the living room and see –

I can’t help myself then. I burst out laughing.

Rafe and Bridgette are naked on my couch, just a throw blanket casually tossed over their bottom halves as she sleeps soundly on top of his stomach, her head pillowed on his chest. At the sound of my laughter, though, both snap awake. Bridgette, gasps, coming to attention first, sitting up in shock and then pressing herself down quickly – realizing, of course, that she’s topless.

Rafe takes an extra few seconds, blinking into consciousness and then focusing his eyes on me, standing across the room laughing my ass of.

“s**t,” he groans, covering his eyes with his hand and letting his head fall back against the little flat decorative pillow. “Shiiiiiit.”

“Oh, don’t mind me!” I say, grinning from ear to ear and moving to the coffee machine. “I’ll be out of here in just a minute, and then you two can go back to sleep – or whatever you were doing –“

“Evelyn,” Bridgette groans, her face beet red and her eyes terribly embarrassed. “I’m so sorry – we were up talking – and then –“

“No need for details!” I sing out, still thrilled to have caught them. I’m not going to let Rafe live this down for years – maybe ever –

I turn my back to them, then, to let them have a little privacy as I gather the materials to start the pot of coffee. I’ve had my fun, after all, and I honestly don’t care that I’ve found them naked in my living room. I have myself been caught in more compromising positions and have no room to judge. And beyond that, I’m happy for them – I think Rafe has a ways to go, but I do think that he truly loves her. I have faith, now, after everything that I’ve seen – all our conversations, all of those he’s had with Victor – that he’s moving towards real change and happiness.

Bridgette. I wouldn’t want anyone else as my

I press the buttons on the machine. Then, when I hear the noise of quick footsteps upstairs, I call out to them.

see Rafe pulling up the fly on his pants, though he’s still shirtless. Bridgette, however, is fully dressed and sitting on the couch, smiling at the boys as they go

the couch and into her arms. “Did you

hands on his hips as he looks

in fifteen years, kid,” Rafe murmurs, reaching out to ruffle Ian’s hair

did sleep over,” Bridgette says, cuddling Alvin and smiling at him. “I

deep delicious scent of brewing coffee as I peer into the living room and watch them all.

replies, laughing as he takes both of her hands, spreading out her fingers and frowning. Then,

says, taking up Alvin’s questioning thought and looking between Rafe and Bridgette. He moves closer to look at her hands as well, and then to the floor where their shoes and various pieces of extra clothing

hair and I wonder precisely how much sleep they got

as if it’s obvious. “If she is going to be our Auntie,

her face as Rafe scowls at Ian before slumping down onto

says, giving the boys a little glare.

engaged before,” Alvin points out, confused. “Why don’t you

The whole pot of coffee is not ready yet, but I feel like Bridgette and Rafe need

coffee and the ceasefire, giving

climbs eagerly up on the back of the couch like a cat. As I head back into

sleep?” Alvin asks, looking around. “The couch isn’t big enough for

it!” Rafe cries, standing up in a rush, laughing and shaking his head at them. “I need a break from this crazy