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.”

breaking up –“ I’m completely confused – they’re so

“because she wants you to guess. But I know you’ll have a panic attack if we don’t tell

eagerly, my

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

ask, not understanding. “Like…a

“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 of months

god,” I breathe, suddenly flooded with mixed emotions.

to miss you so much!” Delia finishes for me, reaching out

so excited for you! And like – jealous! I want to come! Can I abandon my children and

laugh with me, but they know that I

pressing my hands to my chest. “Oh no, I don’t want you to feel guilty, but I really am

and 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.

nod, looking carefully at my

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 I

a little, remembering

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

running through me at the life my sister lived, at the life I was supposed to have lived. And I know that it’s not because she was weaker than 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, to build a life for myself, for

“Since we started…discovering

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

This, I think. This is why Victor and I want to lead. To give more people this

making Emma and I flinch a little bit and turn to her. I laugh too, then, realizing that Delia is right – it was getting too serious, too morose a