Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 78

Two hours later, I pour Victor his fifth glass of whiskey.

“This has gotta be the last one, Evelyn,” he says, his words only slightly slurred. But his face is happy, a little pink from laughter and drink.

“Penultimate, at best,” I say, winking at him and making sure it’s an extra-generous pour.

a little whiskey spills on the floor. “You’re trying to get me drunk, woman.”

im.

favorite white knit blanket, curled up amongst the pillows, but Victor clearly feels no such need for warmth.

other tucked up beneath him. He’s smiling at me and I smile back, pleased to see him having some fun.

sip of wine.

he asks.

body knows you’re here, where you can say anything you want and know that you’ll be heard.”

r,” he says, but I sense that he’s lying. “What about you?” he asks, mee

lia used to do it sometimes,” I say, smiling at the memory. “In graduate school, when the boys were really little. They’d go to bed and we’d share a bottle and

tly?” He says, looking at me seriously. “It was probably that night wit

But it’s true, we did stay up talking, laughing, until the sun came up.

encompassing drinks, laughter, intimacy, long secret talks.

agree on pretty much everything, so it almost feels like…there’s not much to be said.” He shrugs and taps a finger on his glass. “At least, it used to feel that we agreed on everything.”

o be the one to usher you back into the tradition of the late-night drunk chat.” I say, laughing a little. “And actually, I don’t think that night six years ago counts anyway. We weren’t drinking.”

and raises an eyebrow. “As I recall it, we didn’t do that much talking, either.”

e over. It’s a happy memory.

mber lots of things about that night.”

this secret moment where it feels like it’s just the two of us alone in the world. The silence falls, peaceful, between us.

ut

velvety.

swallow of whiskey. “I remember the way my mouth went dry, seeing you cr

en thirsty. I remember you trying to get away from me, after we started dancing. Were you going for a glass of water?”

own as he says it, not blinking, not even once.

As he breathes in, I breathe in, so that we are almost as one, existing together. It’s unbearable, in its clarity, it’s simplicity.

etting out a long breath and turning my face away. I close my eyes, debating, and then down my glass of wine. Then, I declining to pay attention to the logical thoughts pounding in my head – he’s a mated man! He’s engaged! His wedding is in TWO WEEKS, EVELYN – turn my face back to him and look up at him from beneath my lashes. I don’t say a w

ngry. I let the blankets fall from my shoulders, , closing my eyes and slipping my body closer to him on the couch, draping my legs over his own, my shoulders now well within the curve of the arm that he rests on the back of the couch.

his chest.

him.

forward to breathe in the scent of my hair.

ing the memories of the past two days come back to me, finally feeling safe enough to face them. “Why was I able to break my father’s command and go to you?”

new,” I whisper. “You knew that I could. How did you know?”

w to describe it. Perhaps unwilling to voice it.

g the feeling of him lightly stroking my back, over and over. “just…a moment…”

hest. Where…

hing my arms above my head, yawning, my eyes closed. My nose is still filled with Victor’s lovely pine an

thing else is in the ai

of feet in front of me. Pretty feet, their nails painted, in chic l

, frowning at me as he blinks awake. “What did you –“

melia’s rage-filled eyes.

” she says through clenched teeth, her arms clasped tight across her chest. “Can I have a word with you. In the kitchen.”

my body. I slide my legs off of his, awkwardly scooting back so that he can stand up.

NOW.”