Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

The day unfolds happily from there on out, with Bridgette and I spending most of the morning curled on the sofa, enjoying ourselves. The Betas come, of course, but we bribed Ian and Alvin with the offer of much candy to move Victor’s little command station into the kitchen, which they do with enthusiasm.

“What!” Victor exclaims when he comes into the house and sees the two of them scurrying around with laptops and computer monitors in their arms. “What are you doing?!”

“Bridgette and I need the living room today!” I call to him with a lazy smile.

“Evelyn!” he protests, taking a step towards me. “I have work to do –“

“And I have gossip to watch,” I toss back happily, leaning my shoulder against Bridgette and winking at her as I grab the remote from the floor and flick the TV on. Victor starts to protest again but I just smile at him. “Wasn’t I told to relax?”

Routed, Victor growls a little and then stomps into the kitchen to help the boys set up. Rafe filters in with the Betas and they all get to work, Alvin and Ian helping happily before Miss Georgia can come and give them their lessons.

“You’ve got him a bit under your thumb, don’t you?” Bridgette murmurs to me as I flip through the channels, looking for something juicy.

“For now,” I say with a happy sigh and moving a hand to my stomach. “At least, for the next nine months.”

“Why –“ but then Bridgette gasps, grabbing my hand. “Wait – you aren’t –“

I laugh a little and put a finger to my lips, nodding towards all the Betas in the kitchen. “It’s early days – we’re not public with it yet – even Rafe doesn’t know –“

“Ohmygod!” Bridgette gasps, wrapping me in a hug with a little squeal. Victor looks over at us at the noise, concerned, but I send him a little message in his mind to let him know that she knows. He nods happily to me, taking a moment to smile at Bridgette who beams back at him. “I’m so happy for you guys!” Bridgette gasps, and I am warmed to know that she’s truly thrilled.

“Yes, we’ll have fun with these ones,” I say, leaning back against her. “It will be good to have some girls in the house –“

“Girls?!” she exclaims. “How can you know so early –“

he shouts, eager. “It’s me!” I turn to him and follow the direction of his

focus on the screen to see – well.

flash through photos of my family.

come into the room followed by Ian and Rafe. Alvin runs to deposit his pile of folders in the kitchen and then rushes back in, eager to discover why he’s

Alpha Kensington’s engagement broke recently,” says the eager voice of a reporter over top of the images, “via the

to snap it.

be marrying Evelyn Ortega, formerly Evelyn Walsh, the mother of his two children, Alvin and

first,” Ian grumbles, crossing his

and sticks out his tongue, pleased. “Alphabetical,” he explains,

doesn’t show any of the scandalous hotel window pictures) and then moving through my time as a Rogue, my work as a therapist, our apparent rediscovery of each other sometime in the fall, and finally my reunion with Victor after he rejected Amelia

it. I smile up at him, knowing that he, too, is relieved to see that they’re telling rather…well, rather a romantic story. This could have had a much more scandalous bent, marking Victor as

word “star-crossed lovers” to describe us more than once, a phrase which makes me laugh because of its closeness to the actual reality, which

together,” I whisper, looking up at

us as we are?” Victor asks, smiling at me and nodding. “Yes, that’s precisely what I want.” I squeeze his hand in

at the next bit of news

for the rejected Amelia Jones, she was recently spotted

all lean forward to peer

cry as the gossip network gives us several images of Amelia laying out, gorgeous in a white swimsuit to contrast her amazing tan, and then shows us images of her wrapped in the arms of a shirtless man with muscular shoulders and a curly

pointing again at the

head thrown back, Edgar smiling at her, happiness clear on his face. “Oh, ewwwww! Gross Amelia is

gasp, “you tried to punish her, and instead you sent her away on a magical vacation where

a hand through his hair, shaking his head in disbelief. “I mean, all I told Edgar to do was to keep her contained and out of our life,” he says, “I didn’t give him any instructions