Closing his eyes, Victor takes a deep breath as he settles back into the chair at the little makeshift desk in the living room – the same makeshift command room that he and Alvin had set up before going away to war on Walsh.God damnit, how long ago had that been, when his son had helped him organiz
“I’m fine,” Victor says, shooting him a little glare before reaching for the papers. He’s not fine – he knows that he’ll need to rest before long – but there’s still work to be done. “Annabeth Prath will be here any minute,” Rafe says, looking towards the door. “The press is going a bit wild, you k
A few hours later, Victor and Amelia finish their plans for the cultural, political, and military dominance of the pack community. Just a casual little chat, I think, smirking at them from my spot in the kitchen. I put the children to bed just a little bit ago, but didn’t feel right going to bed my
I look up the stairs as well, smiling at the thought of him. “Yes, he surprised me too. He’s a very dedicated dad. I think…I think he’s wanted to be a father for a long time. Sometimes I feel guilty about keeping them away from him as babies, taking that experience from him. But.” I shrug, letting t
“Bridgette,” Annabeth hisses, leaning forward and grabbing her hand. “What are you talking about? Are you…are you bleeding?”Bridgette just looks between the two of us anxiously, clearly taken aback. “I mean it’s no big deal,” she says, “it’s just my period, like I get every month. It’s not bleeding
About forty-five minutes later, the back door creeks open. I’m ready for Rafe when he walks in. I’ve had two glasses of wine at this point, which have had plenty of opportunity to mingle with the anger roiling in my stomach. Yes, the two have really had the opportunity to mix and mingle.And Rafe h
But I refuse to be cowed. He’s going to hear me out. Rafe looks at me, then, and I can see the guilt, rage, and self-disgust mingling in his face then.“I was right,” I hiss. “The first time I met you, when I said I didn’t want my children near you. You’re a fucking sociopath, Rafe. Thank god you’r
“What did he do?” Victor murmurs, rubbing one eye and watching Evelyn with the other. She looks tired as well – drained, really, with the start of dark circles beneath her eyes. His heart sinks when he sees them. She should be resting – not worrying about whatever his brother has done.Evelyn opens
“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