Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins
Chapter 147

Victor holds Evelyn the whole way home, but they don't say a word. Instead, she leans against him, her back against his chest, his chin resting on her head as he holds her tight with an arm around her. When they arrive, Evelyn makes no move to get up until the driver comes awkwardly around the car, opening the door and peering in at them.

"Sir?" the driver asks.

Victor nods, dismissing him quietly, and waits for Evelyn to make her move. After a few moments, she does, sitting up and climbing out of the car. Silently, Victor follows.

The driver tips his hat at them, giving them a strange look, and then drives away, leaving them standing in the driveway in the rain, Evelyn staring at the house. "Evelyn?" Victor asks, hesitating.

"I can't go in there," she says softly, and his heart sinks. She can't even bring herself to go into the home they built together? He starts to panic. Is she leaving him?

She blinks and looks up at him. "The boys," she says. "They'll still be up, and they'll have questions about why I'm all wet."

"Oh," he says, a tentative relief flooding him. He turns as if to peer around the house towards the big house beyond. "Do you want to go up -"

"No," she says, shaking her head and walking towards the porch, apparently decided. Victor frowns and follows her.

"Rafe and Bridgette will be there," she says quietly, almost to herself. "And they'll be equally full of questions."

As they climb the stairs of the front porch, Victor nods at the Betas standing guard, dismissing them as well. Silently, they move away, out of earshot.

Evelyn pulls on the seat of a bench, moving it upward to reveal a compartment inside. From it she pulls a blanket, wrapping it around her shoulders, and then she pulls out another. To Victor's relief, she offers it to him. "Do you want this?" she asks.

"Yes," he says, moving forward to take it from her, his face at once full of sorrow and want and need. "I want it."

Inside, he's screaming that he wants this, all of it, the delicious chaos of their happy life. And above it all, he wants her. And he can't believe he might be on the edge of losing it.

Evelyn hands him the blanket and then moves over to the little wicker loveseat at the far end of the porch, settling herself onto it. He stares at her, waiting to hear what comes next.

After she settles herself, Evelyn blinks a few times, looking around, her eyes settling on him. "Well?" she asks. "Are you coming?"

Victor exhales, feeling as if the weight of a thousand mountains goes with his breath. Thank god. Thank god.

He closes the distance between them in a few strides, sinking down on the loveseat with one leg folded beneath him so that he can look at her. He wraps the blanket loosely around his shoulders and then tucks the ends of it around her bare feet. They say nothing for a few moments, him hanging his head, her studying him, the sound of the falling rain filling the air.
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Then, she surprises him with a question.

"Did you mean it?"

Victor looks up at her, his face blank. He doesn't understand.

She leans forward, looking him in the eyes, her head c*g to the side like a curious little bird. "Did you mean it, when you said you wanted to marry me?"

"Yes, Evelyn," he says, the words falling from his mouth in a rush. "The rest of it - you're right - it was ridiculous, and I'm so sorry - but that part, that part," he looks at her intensely and then slowly shakes his head. "That part was the only part that mattered." She looks at him like a child, then, or a beggar - someone who stares at something they desperately want but aren't sure they can have.

"Evelyn," he breathes, desperate for her to believe them. "You are the only thing that I want. The only thing that matters to me. Please forgive me."

She moves closer to him on the little couch so that their knees overlap. "Victor," she says, ignoring his question. "A month ago, you were going to marry someone else -"

"A mistake," he whispers, but she interrupts.

"Yes, I think it was too," she says, "but...Victor, this thing between us, what is it? You left your mate for me," she says, shaking her head.

In all of their years of life, in anything they'd ever read, neither Victor or Evelyn had ever encountered a love between two people that superseded a mating. Affairs, yes, but someone leaving their mate to be with someone else who they claimed to love more? It was utterly unheard of.

And Evelyn had never been mated, so she couldn't know, but Victor knows how it feels. So he tells her.

"Evelyn, every bit of this," he says, gesturing between them, "is more intense than anything that I felt for Amelia. And it's not just that she wasn't a good person," he says, shaking his head. "I think that...her cruelty towards the boys was, in some way, a gift. Because even if I had married her that day?"

He stares at Evelyn, looking her in the eye. "It wouldn't have stuck. Every day, every moment, this thing between us would have grown."

She nods, understanding. "But what is it?"

Victor shakes his head, looking down, feeling exhausted by it all - by the night, the unanswered questions, the mystery of this thing. He simply doesn't know. But he feels a great relief, a soothing balm spread across his weary heart as he watches her hand move slowly forward to take his own. Evelyn slips her fingers between his, intertwining them until their hands are locked together, holding fast.

"I do want it too, you know," Evelyn says, and he looks up at her face them, hope moving through him like cool water. "I want all of it. I want to build our life, I want to marry you," she says, her voice soft, but everything she says ringing true true true in his heart. "But," she says the word gently, leaning forward. "We need more time, Victor."

He nods, understanding.

"We need to know what this is," she says softly. "And we need to do it when suits us. Never for the pack, or for politics, or for anyone else." She takes his second hand in hers, their four hands joined together in front of each other like a covenant. Victor tries a tentative smile and she returns it tenfold, filling him with relief. "I'm so sorry, Evelyn," he says, "I did it so wrong." He shakes his head at himself as he stares at her, marveling at what a complete i***t he had been.

"It's all right, Victor," she says, brushing his cheek with her fingers. "You were really stupid. But I forgive you."

He laughs at that, and catches her hand again, never wanting to let it go. Evelyn laughs too and shifts her position, moving across the seat to curl up in his lap, resting her head in the space between his shoulder and neck. They sit that way for a long while, time passing slowly, the sound of the rain the only witness to their calm.

"I'm going to ask you again someday," Victor murmurs quietly against her hair. "And that time, I'm going to get it right."

"You'd better," she whispers back. "And Victor?"

He hmms, letting her know he's paying attention.

She sits up, facing him so that he knows she's serious. He blinks patiently, waiting.

"Victor," she says, putting a hand against his chest gravely. "Victor, I want a really big ring"

He bursts out laughing, grabbing her then in a hug and pulling her playfully against him, relishing the sound of her laughter ringing through the night air.

"Seriously, Evelyn?" he says, teasing her. "Did you think I got you a little ring? Have you met me?"

"No, seriously!" She says, pushing against him playfully. "Whatever you think is a big ring, like, double it, Victor! I want my hand to be dragging on the ground - I want old ladies to whisper about how gaudy I am behind my back -"

He roars with laughter at this, pulling her close, until they're both shaking with mirth. Then, slowly, they begin to calm down, only to catch each other's eyes and laugh again until their cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

When they've calmed down enough to risk it, Victor captures her face in her hands. "Whatever you want, Evelyn," he says, joyful and seriously at once. "If you want a diamond as big as a brick to sink you to the bottom of the sea, that's what you'll have." With that, he kisses her, slowly, deeply, full of promise.

When they finally break apart, she rests her head again on his chest. "When you ask," she murmurs. "My answer will be yes."

Happy - perhaps happier than he's ever been - Victor leans his head back against the wicker of the loveseat. And, just like that, they both quietly fall asleep.