He had just smirked at her and told her not to ask questions she didn’t want answers to. Then, with a casual wave, he had headed back into the bar. The majority of the ride home had been peaceful, silent even. But about fifteen minutes ago, Delia had started hearing thumps and bangs from the trunk.
John Walsh storms into breakfast the next morning, making everyone at the table freeze.“What is the meaning of this,” he growls at Evelyn, who stares at him with a piece of toast half in her mouth. Evelyn removes her toast and clears her throat. “What are you talking about, dad?” she asks.Ian, se
Nodding, Ian scampers towards the door. Evelyn’s mother opens her mouth to protest but Evelyn interrupts her.“Oh, let him play, mom,” she says, giving her a smile. “He needs to learn how to entertain himself on his own, anyway, without us or Alvin hanging around.”Her mother considers this, watchin
A few hours later, Evelyn and Ian are seated in front of the fire in the parlor, apparently having a perfectly pleasant, if perfectly quiet, day. She sits on a chaise lounge close to the warmth, quietly peeling an orange and looking at a home and garden magazine. Ian, on the floor, works to put tog
“Oh, thank you,” Evelyn says quietly, though inside she hisses liar. He knew exactly where they were, had the tea sent in here just so he could come in and pick their brains. “We’d love to join.”“Are there any donuts?” Ian asks, dashing over to the cart to look.“No,” Walsh says, frowning at the bo
“Take her away,” Walsh commands his Betas. “To the cells in the basement. I want her under constant supervision.”The Betas nod, responding immediately, grasping Evelyn by her arms and pulling her out of the room. On the way, with her back to her father, Evelyn gives Ian a little wink, encouraging h
Delia enjoys it a little too much, the sting on her palm when she slaps Joyce across the face.He growls, his head still snapped to the side, his cheek red with the impact. Delia can see his teeth begin to elongate. God, but he wants to tear her to pieces. She just grins. “Tell us,” Emma says, her
Emma knows, intuitively, that Delia means Victor.“No, Delia,” Emma says, grabbing her phone and her coat. “She doesn’t want him to find her – she left for a reason. This is what she would do for us. We have to go.”The two quickly collect their things, swiftly packing bags and heading out the front
“Me me me,” he says, hardly able to contain his excitement. “My turn, mama. Please.” And he looks down, again, at his little girl. “Well,” I say, shifting her in my arms and leaning forward so Ian can better see her face. She frowns in her sleep, squirming a little and making me smile. “I was think
Several hours later, I’m changed and curled up more comfortably in my bed with Victor by my side, a baby in each of our arms, and our boys curled up like puppies at the end of the bed. Archie is on the bed too, cuddled between them. We sit quietly together, all still focused on the two little babie
“It’s all right, doctor,” I say, giving her a little smile and nodding towards the boys. “We found them.” “Oh my god,” she says, shaking her head and placing a hand over her heart. Then she frowns at them. “How did they…” “Window,” Victor says, gesturing towards it and sighing. “It’s all right. Th
“Come on, Evelyn,” the doctor says confidently as Victor squeezes my hand, his eyes darting between my face and the first baby, which the doula is now wrapping in her first swaddle. “One more push, and then you’ll be done, and you can hold your little girls.” “Okay,” I huff, sitting up and shifting
Slumped on the couch, Ian heaves a gigantic sigh. “What is taking so long,” he mutters, glaring angrily at the steps as if they’ve personally offended him. “You knew it would take a while,” Bridgette murmurs, running a hand over Ian’s soft brown hair and smiling fondly at her nephew. She sighs and
“Oh my god,” Victor gasps, instantly wide awake. “Oh my god,” he says again, grabbing my face and searching it like it has answers. “Are you – are you okay?” “Yes,” I say, nodding but then belying my answer with an immediate moan. I grit my teeth, my hand going to my stomach as I weather the contra
And between them, my three Alphas have kept me sane. Even though every other part of the end of this pregnancy has worked hard against that sanity. Very, very hard. Even though the TV is on, capturing both of our attention, Ian very suddenly turns his head towards my stomach, like a dog hearing a w
As it turns out…I cannot. I cannot spend 3 months in bed, waiting for my babies to be born. Two and a half months later, I’m basically climbing the walls, I’m going so crazy sitting here in this bedroom, waiting for my little girls to be born. I’ve done it this long, though. I’ve stayed in my bedr
“Why?” Victor asks, suddenly serious in the sea of merriment. “Evelyn, why aren’t you here? What’s wrong?” “Um…” she says, her eyes glancing away awkwardly. “Because…I went into early labor…and I’ve been put on bedrest…” The tablet cracks as it falls to the floor. Rafe gasps, reaching down for it