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 –“

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

and focus on the screen to see

gossip network begins to flash through photos of my family.

Stephen come into the room followed by Ian and Rafe. Alvin runs to deposit his pile of folders in the kitchen and then rushes back

reporter over top of the images, “via the social media of a family friend, who posted this

and I laughing on our front porch flashes on the screen, our hands tightly clasped. I smile when I see it – I’ve actually never seen this one before, and I wonder when Delia had a moment to snap it. I’m pleased, though – it’s not the formal engagement photo that is common to these kinds of announcements. Instead, it really captures what I understand as our relationship – a lot of laughter and

marrying Evelyn Ortega, formerly Evelyn Walsh, the mother of his two children, Alvin and Ian Kensington, whom the Alpha recognized formally as his sons and heirs in a

believe they said your name first,” Ian

smiles at him and sticks out his tongue, pleased. “Alphabetical,”

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

the reporter, taking my hand and squeezing 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,

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

together,” I whisper, looking up at him. “This is what

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

little gasp at the next bit of news

the rejected Amelia Jones, she was recently spotted on the beaches of Italy with

to peer at the images

hear myself 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

pointing again at the

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

Bridgette in hysterical laughter. “Victor!” I gasp, “you tried to punish her, and instead you sent her away on

me, running 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 on how to do