Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 122

I feel a growl rumble in Victor’s chest in response to my plea. I smile as I kiss him, pulling him down on top of me as he fumbles at his belt. I know he likes it when I beg.

“Please, Victor,” I murmur, my eyes closed as I cup his cheek in my hand, feeling him kick himself free of his pants. Then, he returns his face to mine, kissing me soundly as he settles himself between my knees, sliding his hand down my abdomen, across my stomach, dipping it between my thighs.

He growls again when he feels how wet I am for him.

against my entrance. I shudder, then, at the feeling of it, in anticipation, in need.

ough, and I sear

God damnit, I’m so in love with you.” I stroke his face, then, memorizing it, running my thumb over his eyebrows to smooth the worry I see forming bet

I love you to.”

by his mouth against mine as he kisses me, holding me through each pounding pulse of his hips. He holds me against each shudder of my body as I feel the tension building in me, against each tightening muscle of my body until I spill over the edge, clutching him as I go.

ctor looks down at my shoulder and then up into my eyes, an apology in them, as well as a question. Did it hurt?

not very deep; it will be healed by morning.

pull him back down on top of me, still panting, and enjoy the feeling of his heavy body pressed against mine. I close my eyes, my head pillowed against

r calm that I feel surprises me. I frown, considering this, but then realize that every time Victor and I have been together before, it was always illicit, always an act of betrayal. This time is the first time, really, that it’s just been about us. I smile, laughing a little, enjoying the thought.

Us.

unny?”

ead back down against me.

his beard pleasantly sharp against the sensitive skin of my abdomen. “I like the sound of that.”

ng a little at the double entendre.

or’s naked body pressed against my back, his arms wrapped around me. I can feel the warm heat of his breath radiate pleasantly against my spine.

I got. I allow myself a moment to quietly reminisce about the rest of our evening alone with each other. Laughing, exploring, k

exhausted. I listen, but there’s no patter of little boy feet that might have spoken to my subconscious. Then what…?

that echoes in the muscles of my upper thighs. My eyes go wide as my hands go instinctually to my

to wrap around myself as I go.

hear Victor mumble as I move quickly away from him, heading for the stairs. I run up them, taking two at a time. When I get to my room, I run to the bathroom and slam the door shut,

ink streak across it.

God da

od da

configuring and breaking apart again and again as I realize that I’m not pregnant, that I wanted, very badly to be, that…

nted a father for my child?

ent now. Was this all a mistake, now that

not knowing what to feel, how to process this.

ling me something? Did it give me this phantom child, showing me a glimpse of the life I could have had with Victor, just to emphasi

all? If this really is the universe communicating with me, why would it give me that inconclusive test, make me want it, just

t a missed period that I’ve taken way too seriously.

and alone. I try to huff a laugh at myself, then, shaking my head, trying to convince myself that I’m being ridic

eing silly. I can’t stay in here all day, after all. I have things to do.

the knots in my hair and put some moisturizer on my face, hoping it will help the redness from my tears fade.

oday, I steel myself and open my bedroom door. As I do, I’m surprised to hear noise in the kitchen. It’s still very early in the day – are the boys up?

down the stairs and then crouch down to spy

e counter, passing him the next dish to be washed, and Alvin stands next to him, receiving the clean dishes and drying them before stacking them on the kitchen table.

n’t know if she’ll be happy,” Victor responds, his eyes on the work. “But she will certainly appreciate the help. It’s always best if everyon

them, feeling a little happy despite myself.

nly thing that makes mommy really happy is…”

ks the answer is.

des his eyes directly to me and bursts into a big smile, pointing an accusatory finger my way. “Being

laughing, truly s

I say, coming down the stairs.

ell.

straighten

e? There’s still time.

ne. I give him a soft kiss on the mouth, lingering for just a moment, and then let him go.

de smile i

Ian whis

ds pressed together happily beneath his chin, his eyes shining as he bea

h that, he dashes off, Victor and my jaws dropp