Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 39

The next morning, I wake up on Victor’s couch. It was such a disastrous end to a great date, I think, rubbing my head and yawning. Archie jumps up on the couch, giving me enthusiastic morning kisses, and I pet his precious face, cooing goodmorning to him but trying not to let him lick me quite so much.

“I thought it was my dog,” Victor says, and I turn to see him leaning against the doorframe, smirking at me.

“It was supposed to be your dog,” I say, standing and wrapping the throw blanket around myself. “I can’t help it if I’m just more lovable than you. Poor pup couldn’t resist.”

r gives him some scratches on his bum and Archie prances happily.

ouse,” Victor says, straightening up as the dog goes to look for the boys. “I apologize, I didn’t think to have a guard set while you were away. It won’t happen again.”

d. “She knows where I am now…and she’s nuts. And that’s my professional diagnosis, which I don’t hand out easily.”

ly determined.

ndow,” Victor says, handing me a mug and filling it with coffee. I accept and smile at him.

for organizing that. Please send me the bi

ods sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

ctor, these are my problems

, handing me the pitcher of cream, “it’s my job to cover incidental repairs.”

this wasn’t inc

this. I told you I’d keep you safe. This was a breach of that promise. Let me make it right.”

for a moment, and then nod. “At least let me have you and Evelyn over for dinner tonight,” I say, stirring the cream into my

love to,” he agre

lvin whisper to Ian as I walk into the kitchen that evening. They’re peeking through the kitchen window at Victor and Amelia coming across the

m and lifting each boy down from the countertop. “How did you get up there anyway.”

rolling his eyes at me and running for the back door. He pulls it open. “Hi Dad,” he says, pointedly.

head. Amelia follows him in, smiling at the boys and clearly waiting for a greeting that they don’t give. She stands awkwardly for a moment, a small bouque

I say, moving over to her. “These flowers are so pretty, tha

n. “It’s very…quaint in here. I haven’t seen it in awhile.”

at are quaint. “Are you guys hungry?! We’re almost ready.”

p into his arms and pretends to take big bites out of his belly and arms. “I love jumping beans for dinner!”

o the living room. Alvin chases after, shouting that he, too, is a

move to the oven, checking on the casserole, which is browning nicely on the top. Perfect.

h in here…”

ives and forks are already set out. “I have to be in Bolivia soon, for a shoot. Are we…eating in here? Wo

young and getting too big for their high chairs. I’ve added a stool to one side, so that we can seat five.

he mumbles, “that way you can work from home.”

e?”

t of the oven and place it carefully on the table. Smelling it, the boys rush into the kitchen to wash their hands. Victor happily takes his seat at the head of the table, not bothering to consider if h

on greens before cheese, and pour Victor a glass of wine before settling happily on my stool.

going perfectly well

some of the white sauce? This is terrible.”

ing to push back my stool.

arily grateful that we’re getting along – that she seems to be warming to me – when I see Alvin, who is sitting next to her, smirk.

me seems to move in slow motion as I see him slip a foot out from under the table, catching Amelia at the knee as she passes

her face on the counter as she goes down. Alvin gasps, horror filling his eyes as he sees what he has done, looking down at Amelia laying on the floor.

ing to have a talk about this.” I move to help Amelia, who rolls over on the ground and reveals a gash above her eyebrow, seepin

ith a shaking hand to touch the warm blood on her face. “Oh my god,”

fortunately, Amelia does too. “That one did it,” she says, pointing at Alvin. “He tripped me, he did it on

s.

comfort overwhelming my desire to punish.

y and holds the paper towel to her head. “You will apologize to Amelia, immediately.”

w that he has done wrong, but my heart goes out to him – he’s clearly freaked out.

hesitating.

done something wrong. He has to take responsibility.”

.” Both boys are sobbing now.

says, glaring at me as he helps Amelia to her feet. “Lying? Refusing their re

t’s been like thirty seconds – they’re six –“

boys, as he and Amelia move to the back door. As they leave, the boys have a total mel

ody shaking.

of her,” Alvin adds, his face red and covered in tears and snot.

y, trying to breathe evenly. God, how can the whole world fall apart in two minutes? “It’s okay, boys, let’s just all calm down…”

selves to bed without supper, even refusing the ice cream I try to tempt them with.

n bed, I grab my ph

oys are deva

returns my text a moment later, making me w

apologize, Evelyn.

n – they haven’t eaten a thing all night, they’re worried you don’t love them anymore.

se before Victor replies.

l come down first thing tomorrow.

cked Amelia over the boys, prioritizing her, listening to her needs. Isn’t this exactly what I’ve been telling him to do, in our therapy calls?

, twisting my mouth as I think about it. I d