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.”

sudden horrified. “Are you – you’re not – you can’t be breaking up

on purpose,” Emma says, sighing and smiling at her girlfriend, “because she wants you to guess. But I know you’ll have a panic attack if we don’t tell

nodding eagerly, my eyes wide, “Please

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

not understanding. “Like…a

without-home, for awhile at least. We’re going to go wherever

breathe, suddenly flooded

going to miss you so much!” Delia finishes for me, reaching out to take my hand

like – jealous!

Delia laugh with me, but they know

pressing my hands to my chest. “Oh no, I don’t want

think. I’ve just been…it feels

carefully at my sister,

it was 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,

a little, remembering it, and my heart

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 – I wasn’t allowed to leave unless he

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

says, picking up where Emma left of. “Since we started…discovering our feelings for each other. And spending time

me that freedom, Evelyn?” Emma says, raising her eyes to shake her head in wonder at me. “I

choked up, suddenly, by the emotion that rises in me. This, I think. This is why Victor and I want to lead.

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