Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 210
Beta Stephen drives us for hours that day, long into the night. The charms of the RV even wear off for the boys after a few hours, and they sit quietly at the table, playing a board game on the table. As I look at it, I frown in confusion to see that they’re using pieces from chess, checkers, and parcheesi on a magnetic table.
Another game of their own devising, I guess. My frown turns into a smirk.
Victor and I sit across the room from them on the little lounge built there, with his back up against the padded wall and me leaning against his chest, his arms wrapped against me.
be.
ng to feel the strain of whatever ceremony Victor and I started.
a shortness of breath that I could put behind me and focus on tasks. But now, I feel it dragging at me
hare a life force now – whatever that is.
if I’m starting to feel dragged down, having given him half of my strength and taken on half his weakness…
and white lines of the highway flick by. Even as I carry hope, I carry my worry alongside it.
s me by slowing down and pulling off the highway. I blink, waking myself from a little daze
us in the rearview mirror and gives us an apologetic grimace.
’s dangerous.”
ctor says, sitting up straighter b
sh himself. When I lock eyes with him in the rearview mirror, I know he knows it too. Perhaps we should have brought a second Beta to drive when Stephen cannot. It feels, in so many ways, like there’s not a minute to lose.
we all need rest.
moving vehicle.
“Let’s get ready for night! We need dinner, after all.”
nsult with him as the boys get up, Ian heading for the bathroom. Alvin just lays still, rubbing his eyes.
s.
ust one missed call, but my
Bridgette.
let the rest of my life – you know, my imminent death and the orphaning of my children – take center stage in my mind.
lls into the campground and parks our RV in our secluded little woodland spot, I step out and give her a call.
picks up on the fo
my voice heavy with m
ve, but I can hear that her voice does not carry its usual carelessness. “No, Evelyn, I understand that you’re so busy – please don
s important for her to tell me her story on her own terms.
e smile forming itself on my lips. “You deserve a little pampering.
dgette says carefully, wo
’t true, Bridge,” I s
hat night. But…I’m not pregnant.”
about that?” I ask carefully.
y know.
e doctor – they were just telling me in such certain terms how pregnant I was, and how it was going to be triplets, and how well I was responding to the pregnancy. I really …I really did believe them.”
and the professionals you trust, tell you something – you’re supposed to be able to believe them. It’s such s**t that they did that to you.”
little anger in her voice now. “They were seriously such jerks to me!”
their eyeballs out, I’m here for it. Or – whatever you need, Bridgette. Seriously, I don’t want you to hesitate to tell me.”
o hear her hesitate, despite my encouragement. “Well, I mean, Rafe and I aren’t
in a spot where she believed people would only want to help her because of her relationship to him. “You’re my friend, my sister, with or without him. Forever.”
tell she’s overwrought. “Thank you, Evelyn. No one’s…I don’t think anyone’s ever been this nice to me.”
e world, girl. And I’m going to help you get it.”
’t think of it sooner.
ow, if you’d like some space to yourself.”
an, Annabeth is so nice, but I can’t stay in her house forever.”
y – there should still be a car there with a trunk full of cash to keep you very comfortable. Don’t worry – we’ll take that out of Rafe’s pay. Call it restitution.”