“Indeed,” she says, raising her eyebrows at me. “Especially if one is the Supreme Luna.” I blush a little, laughing, still not used to the title. It’s not mine yet – not until the council vote goes through sometime – we hope – at the end of the summer. But still, I’d better get used to it, hadn’t I
“I think I did a good job,” Victor tells us, crossing his arms and looking down at Alvin. “I think you’re going to love it.” “Okay,” Alvin moans, his shoulders slumped. “Let’s see it.” “This is so unfair!” Victor says, laughing and crossing to the desk he’s been using to conduct all of his busines
“Everything ready, Stephen?” I ask, excited myself now. “Yes, ma’am,” he says, looking between all of us. “Evelyn,” Victor says, frowning as he comes to stand next to me, his hands on Alvin’s shoulders in front of me. “What did you do?” “I just got my son a gift,” I say, smiling at him innocently
I groan as I walk across the yard, a hand underneath my belly to support it. I can’t believe they weigh this much already, these little girls. It’s only been three months since the boys’ birthday, but I feel like I’m already gigantic. They must be making me sleepwalk down to the kitchen at night, ma
“Oh geeze,” I say, glancing upwards even though I have no idea what to look for, or if I can even see where the problem is. “The roof is…kind of important. What can we do about it?” Beth shakes her head and shrugs. “Someone’s got to get on the phone with the supplier. Our order was right – and we p
“Everything is fine,” the doctor says, and I exhale what feels like my first sigh of relief in several hours. Victor turns his back to us for a moment, taking a second to collect himself. I can feel his intense relief down our bond and smile at his back, grateful that he was there. “I’m okay?” I as
“I know, Victor,” I say, raising my hand to clasp his, which is still on my shoulder. “I hear that – and I’m going to – but we need to come up with a plan. There’s still so much to do – so much I was going to do in the next two days. If I don’t do it, someone else has to.” Victor nods, setting his
“Phase one of the solution,” Victor says, walking back into the room and handing me his cell phone, the screen already lit with a call. “What?” I ask, curious. “What’s this?” “A little mini conference,” Victor replies, smiling at me. “I thought that…someone with more experience in this area could
“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