Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 266

“Daddddd!” Alvin shouts the next morning, bursting in through the door to our bedroom banging a toy drum as hard as he can. “Come on! It’s time for our concert!”

Ian comes marching behind him, playing the kazoo as loud as his little boy lungs will let him, and I follow up the rear, banging two plastic cups together and keeping time to my sons’ miniature marching band. The cups aren’t an ideal instrument – but they’re the best I could find in my sons’ room on short notice.

Victor sits up stark in bed, his eyes wide, but then seeing that it’s no real threat, he groans and falls back against the pillows. Laughing, Alvin and Ian jump onto the bed, Archie following them, barking. I dance towards Victor’s side of the bed, still playing the cups.

” I laugh. “Time to get up and start your day!”

ers, glaring up at me, his word muffled by his pillow. “I promise death t

on his cheek. “Luckily,” I say, a big grin on my face, though I stop banging the cups together. “My progeny is your progeny. So, you’ll have to tak

out, trying to knock his sons over so they’ll stop with the infernal noise –

g out of the room, two boys and a dog following me like the pied piper. “Let’s go wake up uncle Rafe next!”

ug.

e grins up at me. “Morning, Evelyn,” he says, a wicke

“Traito

nning a hand through his hair. “I took it easy, but yeah, I may have encouraged him a little bit.

ng my hands on my hips and looking up the stairs. “He’s been…busy, lately. I think maybe he needed a night with his brothe

aback. I think that he’s used to me being hard on him – and rightly so. But…damn it, he’s growing on me. And I admit that it’s good to see him fresh this morning, ready to take on t

turning a corner.

hard to keep my wicked smile off my face, failing a bit.

e, narrowing his eyes, but I ignore him, moving forward to give Bridgette a hug. “So happy you could come for family breakfast!” I say, perhaps over-cheerful, giving her a wink. She’s in on the plan, of course, though I admit that I did expect Rafe to be in worse shape than he is. This was supposed to be his punishment,

ust what they need.

f donuts from her hand, rushing to the table. I move past them, keeping half a meddlesome eye on Rafe and Bridgette as I m

myself then, pl

stairs.

ctor comes halfway down and then stoops to glare at us. “Seriously? A party? At six am?”

ng with a family breakfast?” I give him a cheeky smirk and he narrows his eyes at me, his glare promising punishment later

oming down the stairs. He takes a moment to greet Bridgette before coming to me, wrapping a warm arm around my waist. “I’ll ta

rs.

our happy family. “Who wants pancakes?”

the air. “But, um,” he hesitates. “Can Burton make them?”

hat’s wrong with mine?”

es, biting his lip.

ng his face in disappointment. “Pancakes are not supposed to be crunchy.”

le nudge. “So crunchy pancakes it is!”

of the house, towards the burned-out wreckage of where the big house was. Alvin and Ian give Victor and I twin scowls as they head back into the cottage. They’ve been forbidden from spying today, instead instructed to give Bridgette and Rafe their peace.

hey’re mad a

each other.

to touch him. He turns and smiles at me. “Did you have fun torturing me this morning?” he asks.

I say, my smile broadening. “But you ha

e just shrugs, neit

t. To blow off some steam.”

with him, have a few laughs. Do you mind that?”

t all. Besides, if he needed a night to have a few drinks, I’m not…well. That’s not something I was very interested in last night, anyway. “Is everythi

s coming up, Evelyn. It’s time to start making some moves.”

closer around me and look at him so

…what happens to your dad.”

n thinking about it,” I say after a moment of hesitation. “And Victor, I think I need to talk to my sister and my mom. I don’t think I can make this decision without t

that…the better.”

“I’ll go see them this afternoon.”