Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 253

“You – you brought my son to visit my father in prison? Your prison? Which you didn’t tell me about?” My mouth hangs open in shock and horror.

“Um,” Victor says, bashful. “Well, yes. That’s…the gist of it.”

“Oh my god,” I breathe, putting a hand to my chest.

thing is not right. “What?” he asks, looking between us. “Did I do something bad?”

all the details yet.”

to admit, there were other things on both of our minds.”

lizing that he is perhaps right. Slowly I nod,

ictor says softly. “Can we talk about it in a little bit? Perhaps after…” he nods towards the kids an

de. “You can just say it.”

t means?” he asks, curious.

itting on the floor. “Mom is mad because dad didn’t tell her that we went to visit grandpa

y sarcastically, looking around at the three of t

.”

Ian go pale with horror, which makes me grin.

death. Alvin nods in fervent agreement with his brother.

ck of the snacks.”

I sort through with discretion.

sing a kiss just behind it.

e less harshly drawn than I’ve held people to before.

all, I’m not pe

tle joy runs through me as I recognize that it’s not the kind of exhaustion that we felt when we were sick and trying to find a cure for the thing that was killing us.

xhaustion of a dad who also has an important job with lots of re

blankets up over him before going to the closet myself to change.

teeth and when I come back to bed, I turn off the light and cur

”

him in the soft blue light of the room. “Is ev

sit to the prison. I’m sorry for not telling you earlier.”

ched and lifting a hand to his face. “Thank you, baby, bu

his world with me, even when it’s hard.

?”

wonder?

ays. “About an hour from here. I have him there, as well as Willard and Joyce. They’re well cared for

eader for a moment – even after hearing Emma talk about Joyce the other night, I hadn’t given it a thought.

gette and Victor.

r, about his opinions of a Luna’s role in a pack. It’s hard to hear, of course, but nothing surprising. Victor finishes up by letting me know that he’s asked my father, Willard, and Joyce to consider the circumstances upon which they’d agree to be freed.

e done to you?”

e rest of their lives in containment, rotting slowly away in relative comfort and boredom. But…it’s not really up

en who…”

me.