Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

Good, I think, smiling and waving to her. Now the boys will be distracted as well.

Georgia gives me a happy nod as she heads into the house, looking for the boys, and I pull my legs up onto the little loveseat as well, beaming at Delia and Emma.

“We’ll have some privacy now,” I say, smiling at them.

“Privacy,” Emma says, looking through the window at the house filled with people, “seems to be a…relative term. In this house.”

“Oh, it’s not so bad,” I laugh, tucking my hair behind my ears and shaking my head. “You get used to it – it feels…I don’t know. Like a sports team, or something. Everyone working together towards the same goal. And most of the Betas go home at night.”

“Most of them?” Emma asks, raising her eyebrow. “We always had guards at mom and dad’s house, but we they were always outside the house.”

“Well, here to,” I say with a shrug. “Though I guess it’s…smaller.”

“I think it’s nice,” Delia says warmly. “I always liked a full house growing up.”

I c**k my head to the side and study the two of them, wondering what all of this house talk was getting to. “Are you guys thinking about moving in together or something?” I blurt suddenly, curious.

Emma blinks at me and then blushes, I think not really used to being asked about her private life so straightforwardly. After a life with Joyce, after all, she’s probably not used to anyone asking about her thoughts or her plans at all.

“Actually,” Delia says, unphased by my question (she knows me, after all) and taking Emma’s hand, “kind of…the opposite.”

you can’t be breaking up –“ I’m completely confused – they’re

she wants you to guess.

nodding eagerly, my eyes wide, “Please

a little shrug and squeezing Delia’s hand. “We’re going to…go away for a

not understanding. “Like…a

Delia replies, smiling at me. “More like…that’s how we’re going to live now. A little bit without-home, for awhile at least. We’re going to go wherever we want, whenever want to. Live in a city or a place for a couple

flooded with

you so much!” Delia finishes

nodding. “I’m so excited for you! And like – jealous! I want to come! Can I

laugh with me, but they know

against the loveseat, pressing my hands to my chest. “Oh no, I don’t want you

me, “it was mostly me, I think. I’ve just been…it feels like, my whole life, I’ve been living…someone else’s life. Or the life that someone picked

at my sister, listening

the life dad wanted,” Emma continues softly, “which I know you understand, Evelyn. And then, after that? It was…Joyce’s life. Joyce’s life, Joyce’s world, Joyce’s choices. I was…nobody. I feel like I completely lost myself, if I ever knew who

remembering it, and my heart goes

the same, but in some ways…like, mom was always allowed to leave the house? Dad didn’t stop her from doing that?” Emma is choked now, as she looks down at the floor of the porch. “But Joyce –

me – I would have collapsed to it as well. It was only my desperation to keep my children safe that propelled me to become strong enough to run,

up where Emma left of. “Since we started…discovering

that you’ve given me that freedom, Evelyn?” Emma says, raising her

I think. This is why

a little bit and turn to her. I laugh too, then, realizing that Delia is right – it was getting too serious, too morose a conversation for something that is supposed to be