Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

Chapter 68

#Chapter 68 – Grandpapa

“Daddy!” They yell, wrapping their arms in hugs around his legs. Victor laughs, greeting them, feeling his stress almost melt away.

“Hey boys, good day at school?” he asks.

“Yes, it was awesome,” Ian says, grinning up at him. The door creaks again and Victor looks up to give Evelyn a smile as well.

“We got in trouble, though,” Alvin says, clearly more worried about it than his twin. “The teacher found our insect collection…”

Victor looks at Evelyn for clarity. She rolls her eyes and puts her bag up on the table. “They’ve been studying bugs in class and your sons decided that the best way to do this was to collect all the bugs they could find in some of the teacher’s desk drawers.”

“Oh,” Victor says, raising his eyebrows and looking down at them. “I imagine she didn’t like that.”

“I don’t see why it was such a big problem,” Ian says, rolling his eyes dismissively. “They were organized by genus and species.”

While Victor laughs at his boys he feels something cool in his hand and looks down to see Amelia pressing a glass of whiskey into his palm. He sighs, nodding his thanks to her to be polite, but he has no intention of drinking it. He really does need a clear head.

“What’s up?” Evelyn says, frowning both at the drink and Victor’s mussed hair. “You’re not yourself.”

“Just…a bunch of stressful conversations today, with Willard and Annabeth Prath.”

“Oh,” Evelyn says, raising her eyebrows. “That sounds…intense.” Victor nods, chuckling a little at the understatement and sliding his glass of whiskey onto the counter.

“Well, I could use a perk,” Evelyn says, smiling at him. “Do you want a cup of coffee? We could talk it through.”

“Actually,” Victor says, intrigued by the idea, “coffee sounds like precisely what I need.”

Evelyn smiles at him and squeezes past Amelia, who does not move to make room for her. Evelyn moves to the coffee maker and begins to brew.

Victor turns his attention to the boys, who open their backpacks to show him glass jars filled with the insects that they were asked to remove from the classroom. As Victor talks to them, he passively notices Amelia staring at him for a few minutes. Then, she grabs his whiskey off the counter and pours it slowly into the sink, holding the glass high so that the liquid splashes obviously the metal.

When she’s done pouring, Amelia drops the glass into the sink as well, where it shatters. Everyone in the kitchen goes silent, turning to stare at her as she walks slowly from the room.

Victor watches her go but, somehow, can’t find the will to chase after her.

“Hey Mrs. Kay,” I say the next day, giving the boys’ Kindergarten teacher a smile. “Did everyone have a good day today? No more bugs?”

Mrs. Kay looks at me, confused, and gives me a sort of half smile. “Um, yeah everything went fine…” she says, helping a little girl on with her backpack and pushing her towards her own mother at the door.

“Good, glad to hear it,” I say, looking around the room for Alvin and Ian. I hope they’re ready to go – we have a lot of errands to run after school and I have a client coming this afternoon. We have to move fast. “Are they ready to go?”

Mrs. Kay continues to give me a sort of blank stare and a weird smile.

I blink, realizing, suddenly, that somethings off. “Mrs. Kay?”

“Evelyn,” she says, coming forward to place a hand on my arm. “The boys were picked up half an hour ago, as planned.”

“What are you talking about,” I say, ripping my arm from her touch and spinning to look around the classroom. Is this some kind of joke? Where are my children?

“Yes, they were picked up half an hour early. I got word of it this morning from the office, it was all planned.”

My mind races, trying to find an explanation. Did Victor? But no – he would have told me –

I snap my eyes back to Mrs. Kay’s face, feeling my emotions turn to steel. “Where are they.”

“Like I said, they were picked up,” her face starts to contort with worry. “By their grandfather. A very nice man – tall, white hair –“

I take two steps forward and grab her by the shirt. She gasps, “Evelyn – I – please! –“

“Tell me his name,” I growl, shaking her a little.

“Walsh! He introduced himself as Mr. Walsh!”

I drop the fabric from my hands and storm out of the room. That woman had better be happy to see me go, because if I ever lay eyes on that i***t ever again, I’m going to tear her to pieces.

I rush through the hallways of the school, dodging children. When I reach the parking lot I break into a run, heading for my car. My phone is already in my hands, dialing Victor’s number.

“Evelyn?” He seems surprised to hear from me, but not unpleased.

“Victor,” I say, my voice shaking with fear, panic, adrenaline, everything. “He took them, Victor –“

“Who.” Victor interrupts, his voice suddenly cold.

“My father – he picked the boys up from school – half an hour –“ I say, almost panting as I pull my door open and slip into the car. My hands shake, trying to lift the keys to the ignition.

“Drive towards home, Evelyn.” Victor says, taking control. “I’ll meet you on the road.”

I nod and drop my phone, not bothering to hang up. I twist the keys and, as soon as the engine rumbles to life, I throw the car into gear and fly from the parking lot.

Fifteen minutes later, I see a brigade of black hummers on the road and pull over, jumping from my front seat as they pull up. The first one skids to a stop next to me and Victor pushes the passenger door open from the inside.

“Get in,” he commands, “leave your keys on your front seat.” I toss my keys back into my car and can see a Beta emerging from the third hummer in the line, preparing to take my car home. I climb into the front seat of Victor’s car, glancing back to see two Betas sitting prepared in the back seat. One of them is Victor’s secretary, Beta Stephen. I nod to them, and they nod back, all business.

As soon as I close my front door, we peel away.

“What do you know,” Victor says, eyes on the road. Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

“Nothing – not much. They were picked up half an hour early from school – but it was all arranged, apparently since this morning.”

“Your father?” He asks.

I nod. “I mean, I assume so – I didn’t see him. But she described him. Victor,” I say, my voice shaking. “He wants to keep them, I know he does. He’s going to take my boys from me –“ My voice rises in pitch, moving towards hysteria.

Victor swiftly puts a hand on my shoulder, pulling his eyes from the road to look into mine. “I’m not going to let that happen, Evelyn. Legally, he has no control over them. They’re mine. Ours. We’re going to take them home and make sure he never touches them again.”

I nod, still frantic, but trusting him. He nods back, just once, and turns his attention back to the road. Victor places his foot on the pedal, increasing his speed. We’re heading west on the highway, straight towards my childhood home.