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 –“

a pile of folders in his excitement. “Hey!” he shouts, eager. “It’s me!”

up and focus on the

raising my eyebrows as the gossip network begins to flash through photos of my family. “I guess…the news

of folders in the kitchen and

the eager voice of a reporter over top

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 –

announcement from the Kensington office – which has been quiet for weeks – has confirmed the news: Alpha Victor Kensington will indeed be 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 ceremony

your name first,” Ian grumbles, crossing

out his

as the presenter continues, giving an overview of what they know of our relationship, starting with the scandal six years ago (luckily, she 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

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, marking

more than once, a phrase which

whisper, looking up

to see us as we are?” Victor asks, smiling at me and nodding.

gasp at the next bit of

she was recently spotted on

all lean forward to peer at the images that

Amelia laying out, gorgeous in a white swimsuit to contrast her amazing tan, and then shows us images of her wrapped in the arms

Alvin gasps, pointing again at the tv. “Is that

and is replaced of one of Amelia laughing in Edgar’s arms, her head thrown back, Edgar smiling at her, happiness clear on his face. “Oh, ewwwww! Gross Amelia is dating Edgar!

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

told Edgar to do was to keep her contained and out of our