Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 77

When I wake up, it’s somehow the middle of the night. I sit up straight, almost hitting my head on the top bunk of Alvin and Ian’s little rocket bed. Alvin curled up next to me, fully asleep, with little Archie at his feet.

I blink, trying to figure it out – how can it be the middle of the night when we came back from my father’s house in the middle of the night, but I’ve also been sleeping for hours?

As I look around the room, vague memories come back to me. There’s a bowl of soup by the bed – Edgar brought me that, I remember, but I couldn’t keep my eyes open to speak to him for long or to eat it. The boys’ school stuff is on the floor – I remember Victor rushing them out of the room, telling them not to bother me…but it was daylight then.

ands and then run my fingers through my hair, realizing that I must have slept for an entire day. I stretch my body and yawn. God, I must have been more exhausted than I thought.

own at it, realizing that I’m also starving.

out the door and down the stairs.

ait to talk to you when you wake up.

ours later.

m so glad that you

one.

hen you wake up, baby. I hope everything is okay.

dishwasher.

half full.

xactly what I want right now. I turn the oven on and put the pizza in to warm up and then settle o

ries.

then that he planned it all, took my children from school because he knew I would come get them in person and that he could trap me there.

I th

e influence he will have over their life, h

s seriously my life?

ner of Victor’s kitchen. Perfect. I take two steps towards it and then remember, of course, that

to my left and open the refrigerator, stooping down to take a good long look at perhaps a dozen bottles of Amelia’s precious rose wine. I pull out a bottle and study it. I enjoy a glass of wine (or three) myself, but part of me su

the drawer. Carefully, I open the bottle and take a long sniff of the rich, complicated scent.

, Amelia, I think. For bringing my father back into my life in the first place.

drop of the taste.

“Well

re enjoying that wine.”

g my eyes at him. “Don’t you know that it’s impolite to sneak up on a woman whom you’ve recently kidnapped? We don’t need jump scares.”

d. “Let me buy you a drink to make it up to you.”

ip from my glass. “Unless you want to tell me that Amelia bought these bottles herself.” I raise an eyebrow.

ous.

whole day – we were worried about you.”

ched. “Hey,” I continue, considering. “How did you know it was me up? And not some Beta moving around, or one of the kids?”

“I don’t know,” Victor says, frowning, now wondering at the same q

. Well done, me.”

two slices out. “Do you want one?”

fs the air and c

ving.”

o yourself as well.”

the company.

and my glass and start towards the couch. Then I pause and head back to the counter to grab the rest of the bottle o

I’ve set on the coffee table. “Aren’t you worried that’s going to get warm?”

d pull my plate onto the lap. “Nope!” I say, cheerfully. “I plan to drink it all before it has the chance to warm up.”

the nickname. “Let’s get unreasonably drunk. I think we’ve earned it.