Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 92
“It was that bad, huh?” Victor says, taking in her determined face. He breathes out a tired sigh and settles down next to her, staring out into the kitchen garden. He’s surprised, a little, at how quickly he went from a frenzy of anxiety to complete calm.
Evelyn huffs a laugh. “Your dad and your brother, Victor,” she says, shaking her head. “They’re real pieces of work. How did you turn out so nice, with them in your lives?”
He shoots her a look from the side of his eye. “You think I’m nice?”
It’s at least been a couple of months since you’ve called me a w***e and suggested I was no better than my sons’ su
ans and pu
m. At least you came around.”
not my father-or brother-in-law, after all.”
ment, taking in the peace of the rooftop garden. It’s a beautiful night, balmy and clear, shockingly warm for winter. Victor grimaces, thinking that he should be grateful that he got lucky weather for his wedding weekend, so rare in December. But he isn’t even thin
moment, then slowly swings his head back and forth.
her elbow.
“You know, I tried to call my therapist tonight. But
ore saying, “did I know you were seeing a therapist?”
But I’ve been talking to one since you and the boys came into my life. Trying to figure out” he waves a hand in the air, “how to balance all of this, how to bring the boys in, how to talk t
on the line?”
uld use some clarity tonight.”
n, use me.”
“Come on, use me.”
he says, his brow
s facing him. “We’ll sit back-to-back, you won’t even know it’s me. I promise, you won’t even be talking to Evelyn,” she says. “I’ll be a totally impartial therapist, just here to listen.”
e each other. He looks up into the night sky, staring out at the stars. “How do we start?”
therapist about,” she says, her voice soft. “I can help.”
o cruel to…someone who is important to me.”
ing it’s precisely what his therapist would have done. Must be a technique they teach all of them.
ping almost to a whisper. “I’m getting married tomorrow – it should have been…all about me and Amelia, the woman I love, being excited about our next steps.”
silent for a moment, but when he doesn’t continue she prompts him. “And you found you w
…else.”
he speaks. “Do you love her, Victor?”
most breathless. Suddenly, he snaps back into reality, into the awareness that it’s Evelyn he’s talking to. Not some impartial therapist.
nything else.”
a fool to chase anything else.”
n’t want what I want? Even if she’s not…”
nes on her glossy brown curls.
e you different advice…”
to his face. “But it did.”
hunger rising in him. Behind the hunger, though, is a disappointment.
lyn would say to leave Amelia.
nstinctually reading them on him. But there is something here, Evelyn. It is real, he says, the words echoing in his mind, and he knows that she hears them. She sha
or.” Evelyn says.
ing down at her hands folded in her lap. “Please,” she says, and he can hear her heart breaking in the word.
ead, not knowing what to do.
her expression steel with determination. “She is your mate, Victor, and I will never be. Go to your bride.”
levators.
footsteps fade, her eyes closed, tears