Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 21

Tires screech as Victor swerves into his driveway, throwing the car into park and jumping out the door almost before it stops.

“Victo-“ Amelia says, just starting to unbuckle her seatbelt. But he’s already moving around the house, heading for Evelyn’s cottage out back. Amelia slumps back in the seat, watching him go. He didn’t say a word to her the entire ride back. Instead, he made a thousand calls, shouted at Betas, ordered more security for the house. He didn’t even look at her.

f**k.

s silently out the windshield, planning her next move.

rking to wrangle two sobbing boys into their pajamas. They cried the whole way home and, while I don’t blame them, my head is pounding.

king over the boys.

he twins who lay on the carpet sobbing their little hearts out.

should –“

cked up, still screaming with tears. Victor complies, cradling the boy in his arms. Alv

happened, who took you?!” Victor insists, turning Ian’s head to face him while Alvin screeches, demanding w

shoots me a glare. This sends me over my tipping point. I lose my temper, raising my voice to say “Victor, they can’t right now –“

o talk to my sons,” he growls.

t going to be able to tell you anything like this! We have to calm them down!”

at me. I shove forward my hands, which are clutching two sets of footie pajamas.

king.”

, carries him upstairs. I pick up Alvin, following.

he tub fill slowly with water. We put the boys on the floor and let them cry it out as we silently go through the calming routines of bath time.

the rack and tosses a few toys in the tub.

ning under the night sky in starlight, about freedom and wind and home.

to the porcelain basin, watching us work almost without blinking, like he’s afraid we’ll disappear if he closes his eyes even for a moment.

y in the water. Victor gives Ian the same treatment, and we kneel by the side of the tub, watching our boys.

sink into the water.

ed you

grandmother used to sing it to me when I was little, and when I was scared. Do you know?” He says, beginning to rinse the suds from Ian’s hair. “When I was a boy, I was very afraid of the dark.”

elieving. Victor nods.

see in the dark! And bite whatever is coming!”

ng to be scared of.”

ormalcy of an evening routine after this horror of a day.

I was scared today. But I think there was something to be scared of.” Ian nods in agreement, pushing a boat along through the bubbles as he does.

rganizing the soap and shampoo bottles so that the boys don’t see how intensely he is focused on their answer. I can see it in him, though – fear and rage and horror still showing in the tenseness of his shoulders, his back.

gs. “We w

e we were hungry,” Alvin continues. The two tell the story together, each picking up seamlessly where the other

we heard Frank shout, and we turned around, and someone had hit him, and was dragging him away –“

Alvin says, looking up at us. “And they smelled like her,” he growls, “Like stupi

“

d on each boy’s shoulder. Victor grabs the waistband of my skirt, stopping me before I tilt into the bath myself. I shoot him

get away?” Victor asks.

Ian replies, his face turning vicious as he shows us his teeth.

ds they had over our faces until they had to let go, and then we kicked and squirmed,”

t dropped –“

we ran

ening more hysteria.

were good, brave boys today. Mommy is so proud of you.”

ous and contemplative. “I am proud of you, too, for being strong and resourceful, even when you we

short a time, they love him already.

e you get all prune-y.”

off to their room.