Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins
Chapter 288

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, making me pig out on ice cream or something, considering how much weight I've gained in my belly alone.

I sigh, stopping a minute and looking back at the cottage, wondering if I should go back and get one of the Betas to drive me to the new house instead of walking. But then I glance through the woods towards the big house and realize that they're both pretty much the same distance away. May as well keep going, even though every step makes my poor swollen ankles hurt. "Three more months," I murmur, sighing and setting out again. "Three more months, and then I get my body back..."

It's not that I don't like being pregnant - I don't mind it, most of the time. I love the feeling of my girls growing inside of me, feeling them kick and move around. It's a joy, all of it.

It would just be...a little bit more of a joy if I didn't also have so much else on my plate.

I look up at the big house as I slowly walk towards it, pleased and a little shocked at the progress that's been made on it in the past three months. It's a marvel, honestly - a gigantic, sprawling building with teams of builders swarming all over it. I smile to see it coming together, grateful that Victor was able to mobilize his forces and his connections so quickly to get all of this done.

But Victor is overwhelmed as well - with his bid for Supreme coming up, and all of the pack leaders gathering for the vote? He spends so much of his day in meetings, or strategizing with his team. So, I've taken a lot of the house construction on my shoulders as well.

Not literally, of course - but every time something goes wrong, or someone needs something, they come to me, and I either do my best to fix it or ensure that Victor gets the word at the end of the day so he can solve the problem.

And, considering that I'm getting married in the day after tomorrow...

I sigh again, closing my eyes as I trudge through the little woods. It's all just...very exhausting.

"Evelyn!" a voice calls, and I open my eyes again, smiling when I see the head contractor striding over to me - a fit, bossy young woman named Beth who I've really come to like in the past few weeks. She hurries to my side, taking my arm. "You walked over here? What's wrong with you - don't you have like, eighty cars?"

"Something like that," I murmur, giving her a grateful smile for taking some of my weight. "But I'm supposed to get exercise - and it's just a little distance -"

Beth rolls her eyes at me good naturedly as we walk together to the house.

"What's going on with it today?" I ask, looking up at the scaffolding on the front. "Are we on track to make it look pretty for Saturday?"

"More or less," Beth replies, a little rueful. "Though why you decided to get married in an active construction zone..." she shakes her head at me.

"Because it's pretty!" I say, gesturing towards the gardens that I know are built out on the other side of the house, overlooking the incredible view. Beth rolls her eyes at me again, laughing at my wide grin.

It really is the right choice, though. It's going to be a small wedding, just our family and friends and a few of the Alphas with whom Victor wants to make close ties. Nothing at all like the insane event that Amelia planned, or like my first wedding. For this one, I just want simplicity. Good friends, good food, at my own house. Comfortable shoes. What more could someone six months pregnant with twins want?

"We're having a little bit of an issue with the roof," Beth says as we approach the front of the house, gesturing upwards. "Only half of the materials that we ordered were delivered."

"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 paid for it. Just the delivery was wrong. But one of the Betas signed for it without checking, and so it's going to be hell trying to convince them to bring half the materials again when all of their paperwork says they were delivered."

"I'll do it," I say, giving a little groan and putting a hand against my lower back for support as I reach my other hand out, palm up. Beth grins and slaps her phone into my palm, the number already dialed on the screen and ready to call. I press the call button and give her a grin, which she returns as she heads into the house, on to her next task.

After about thirty tortuous minutes on the phone, I convince the supplier to deliver the materials again. I sigh, turning the phone off and then turning to look for Beth so I can give it back to her and let her know the good news.

As I turn, though, I feel a wrench in my stomach - a wrench that was all-too familiar in my first trimester, but which I hadn't felt as much in my second.

"Oh my god," I murmur, my hand going immediately to my mouth. "Oh goodness, I'm gonna -"

But there's no room for any more words - as fast as I can, I dash to the base of a nearby tree, wanting something to lean on as I hurl up my breakfast. I barely make I there before I do just that, my stomach continuing to twist until I come up empty. "Evelyn!" I my name called out by a voice as familiar as my own. Then suddenly he's by my side, his warm hand on my back. I look up at my mate, my eyes apologetic.

"Sorry," I murmur, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

"Sorry!" Victor exclaims, frowning at me, worried. "What on earth do you have to be sorry for? Are you okay?"

"I'm sorry because it's gross," I explain, standing up straight and taking a deep breath. "No one wants to see their bride barfing two days before their wedding. It doesn't scream 'god, I must tie myself to that woman, forever, does it?"

Victor laughs, putting an arm around my shoulders now that he sees I'm getting through it. "I'm not going to pretend it's your most enticing moment, Evelyn," he sighs, giving me a little squeeze. "But I think the fact that you've given me two beautiful children, and are about to give me two more, kind of wipes it out. Is that all this is?" he asks, curious. "Morning sickness?"

"I think so," I say, nodding and looking up at him.

"Bad luck," he says, giving me an empathetic little grimace. "I thought we were done with that."

"Sometimes it comes back," I say, sighing. "Why are you here?"

"Meeting," he says, nodding towards the house. "Contractors."

"Okay," I say, straightening my shoulders and looking towards the entrance. "Let's go in, then - we have stuff to do."

Victor nods, beginning to walk, his arm still around me, but the moment I take my first step I know something is wrong. My head spins, a little, and my knees suddenly go out -

I groan, stumbling forward, but luckily Victor is instantly there.

"Evelyn!" he cries in shock, but I look up at him and attempt a smile, letting him know I'm conscious. He curses in worried frustration - not at me, I know, at whatever's going on - and suddenly I'm in his arms. "Let's get you home," he murmurs, hurrying through the woods. I rest my head against his chest as he carries me, working on taking deep breaths, a hand on my stomach as I hope to the depths of me that everything is okay.