Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 259 – Puppy Love

That night, after dinner, Victor and I tuck the boys into bed. Alvin spent our entire dinner gushing about

their day studying with Miss Georgia – about everything they learned, and how great the books were,

and how every single thing Georgia did was wonderful. Ian, alternately, spent the meal sullenly pushing

peas around on his plate.

I had to resist my motherly urge to demand that he eat and instead let him have the time to process his

feelings. Still, when I tuck him into bed I slip a granola bar from my pocket onto his bedside table. I

can’t stand the thought of him waking up hungry in the middle of the night.

“Sleep tight, baby,” I murmur as I kiss Ian on the forehead. He gives me a sullen reply and turns away

from me with a big sigh, pulling the blankets up over his head.

I smile and pat him on his shoulder before moving to Alvin, who is talking softly with Victor.

“Papa,” Alvin says, his eyes wide and shining with happiness. “Do you think you can get me a ring, like

you got for mama?”

I grin at Alvin as I stand next to Victor, but I don’t interrupt, wanting to see what Victor thinks of all of

this.

“What?” Victor asks, frowning, confused. “Why on earth do you want a ring?”

“To give to Miss Georgia,” Alvin sighs worshipfully. “I want to marry her.”

Victor barks a little laugh of surprise and humor, but I lean forward and look at Alvin seriously, not

wanting to hurt his feelings. “Alvin, baby,” I say softly. “Don’t you think you’re a little young to get

married?”

“No,” he replies, smiling up at me and luckily not perturbed by his father’s laugh. “When you’re in love,

you’re in love.”

“You’re in love now?” Victor asks, his eyebrows high. Alvin nods eagerly. “And don’t you think,” Victor

continues, “that she’s a little…old for you?”

“No,” Alvin says again, pulling his blankets up to his chin and smiling peacefully as he closes his eyes.

“Love knows no age. So, if you could get me the ring, that would be great.”

Victor looks up at me ready to laugh again but I purse my lips and shake my head at him, my eyes

laughing instead of my mouth. I don’t want Alvin to be ashamed of his crush – he’s always been a

sentimental little boy and no part of me wants him to feel any shame about that.

Victor just sighs and pats Alvin on the back, standing up. “Goodnight, boys,” he murmurs, and then

swiftly – before I can react – leans down to scoop me off my feet and up into his arms. “Now, fiancé.

Come. Time for bed.”

I don’t hold back my laugh at this and wrap my arms around his neck. “Yes, Alpha,” I respond, smiling.

“Take me away.”

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About an hour, Victor and I lay panting together in our bed, me with my face resting lightly against his

sweaty stomach, him laying back against the pillows, his eyes closed, trying to catch his breath.

I smile, looking up at him, still filled with the heady glow that my Alpha has given me, watching him

closely. As he reaches out a hand to softly stroke my hair, his eyes still closed, I consider that I’m

looking forward to many nights just like this.

After Victor has come back to himself more completely, he opens his eyes and smiles down at me.

“What was all that, before,” he asks, “with Alvin?”

“He’s in love,” I say, giving a little shrug.

Victor huffs that same laugh he gave when Alvin said the same thing. “That’s impossible. He’s just a

kid.”

“Kids feel things very intensely,” I respond calmly. “You shouldn’t discredit it. You’ll just make him feel

bad.”

Victor looks down at me, considering. “They’re really growing up, aren’t they?”

I nod, my face a little grim at the fact. If it were up to me, I’d keep them at this age forever. But, also…a

little part of me has to admit that I’m excited to see the people they grow into.

Victor sighs, putting his head back against the pillows. “We’ve really got to get them into school.”

“Why?” I ask, curious, sitting up a little. “You don’t like Miss Georgia?”

“No,” he responds, shaking his head and looking up at the ceiling. “I think she’s great – in fact, I hope to

offer her a job as soon as our wolf academy is open. I just…school is so much more than just an

education. The boys need to socialize with kids their age – learn that they’re children, not just tiny

Alphas.” He looks down at me, curious now. “Do you think we’ve done them a disservice, these past

couple of months? Keeping them out of human school?”

I sigh, considering it, holding his gaze. “I don’t know what choice we had, really. And I don’t think it’s

been an easy road for them. But I agree that it will be good for them to go to school – I’m not sure

they’ll ever be normal kids, being as smart as they are. But I want them to do the kid things – get in

fights with their friends, play sports, join clubs. Really…find themselves, with their peers as well as with

us.”

“Meet age-appropriate women,” Victor murmurs, laughing and looking away.

“Or men,” I say, hesitating a little and looking at him.

Victor turns back to me, raising his eyebrow. “Do you think Ian or Alvin is…”

I give a little shrug. “I don’t know, I really don’t,” I say honestly. “But it wouldn’t be a problem for me,

whoever they choose to love. Would it be for you?”

“No,” he says instantly, reaching out a hand to cup my face. “Not for a minute.”

“Good,” I say, giving him a big smile. “Because, you know…most Alphas would mind.”

“Well,” Victor says, scootching his body down to lay flat on the mattress. I move upwards so that I’m

laying next to him, eye-to-eye. “I think we both agree that it’s time for a different kind of Alpha.”

“Yes,” I say, giving him a soft kiss. “I think we do.”

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The next morning, I wake up to a bright and sunny room and am surprised to see that Victor is already

gone. I yawn, sitting up and scratching my head, wondering how he got out of here without waking me.

Then I see a little note on the table and reach for it.

Evelyn –

Had word, very early, from Stephen that Amelia finally responded to Edgar and agreed to lunch. We

have some time, but also a lot to get in order to enact our mission today, so I have to move fast.

Apologies that I didn’t say goodbye – but I didn’t want to wake you. You looked so peaceful.

I’ll be home late tonight with good news.

Yours,

Victor

I sigh when I read the note. The Amelia saga, it seemed, was finally drawing to an end.

I’m glad that Victor and I agree that it’s time for a different kind of Alpha, but that doesn’t mean it will put

an end to him having to handle a great number of tricky situations. This, I anticipate, will be the first of

many.

Worrying about my fiancé, I climb out of bed and pull on my robe, intent on my cup of coffee to start my

day.