Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins
Chapter 289

"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 ask, looking up at the doctor.

"You're fine, Evelyn," she replies, giving me a smile and sitting familiarly with me on the bed for a chat. "You were just dehydrated and, I suspect, a little exhausted. But the girls are doing great in there, and there's no reason to expect that any harm was done. I imagine that your morning sickness will indeed be returning, after what you reported this morning."

I grimace at the doctor, hating the idea of barfing for the next three months, making her laugh a little bit. She reaches out and takes my hand, giving it a little squeeze. Victor moves back to my side now, looking down at the doctor, wanting to hear the rest of her verdict.

"But Evelyn," the doctor says, gentle. "I suspect that you're overextending yourself. Today was what we might understand as kind of a warning call - your body gave out not because you'd fully extended it, but because it was telling you that you were getting close. You can't push yourself like that, not when you're six months pregnant with twins."

I sigh, nodding, knowing that she's right and looking between the doctor and my mate. "It's just that we've got so much going on," I murmur. "I don't know...how to not. Like, I know that I'm supposed to be relaxing and enjoying my pregnancy in a very mellow, earth- mother sort of way," I continue, hesitating. "But how can I do that when we've got a wedding in two days, and we're building a house, and trying to become leaders in the community..."

"Evelyn," the doctor says, compassionate. "All of those things are important, I know that. But the thing that gets sacrificed - the thing that falls off the plate and gets neglected so the others thrive - it cannot be your health. Or the health of your daughters. Consider that that by putting all those other things first, the thing that's suffering is your pregnancy."

I blink, a little horrified as I process the doctor's words. I hadn't thought of it that way - but now that I do, I feel just terrible.

"It's my fault," Victor says, sighing and covering his face with his hand. "I shouldn't have let you should never have put any of this on your shoulders -"

I open my mouth to protest but the doctor beats me to it. "Victor," she says, her voice a little derisive. "I've met your fiancé. I know her. She does what she wants. I have a feeling that if you tried to talk her out of it, that she'd just laugh at you."

Victor drags his hand down his face and looks at the doctor, amusement at her understatement plain on his face. I laugh, pleased that my doctor and my mate know me so well. Victor turns to shake his head at me next. "Okay, okay!" I say, putting my hands up. "I hear you, both of you! I'll - I'll replace a way to stop. All right?"

Victor puts a hand on my shoulder, supporting me, and the doctor gives my hand another squeeze. I smile at both of them, grateful for my team.

"But you think the wedding can go forward?" I ask the doctor, running a hand over my belly and raising my eyebrows. I try not to let it show on my face, but honestly - if we have to cancel this wedding, it will break my heart.

"I think you need to take it easy until wedding day," my doctor replies after a moment of consideration. "But yes, I think that you can move forward with your plans."

"Thank you," I say, truly sincere. She nods and stands up, looking between us to see if we have any more questions. When she sees that she doesn't, she nods to us both and lets herself out of the bedroom.

"Evelyn," Victor starts in the moment she closes the door behind her. "You've got to rest -"

"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 jaw and looking out into the distance a little - his thinking pose. I would recognize it anywhere. I smile and watch him process for a moment, admiring his handsome face in repose.

"I'll handle it, Evelyn," he says, nodding and heading for the door after giving my shoulder another squeeze. "Leave it all to me."

"But you don't know what to do! -" I call after him, anxious.

"I'll handle it," he says, looking back at me, a hand on the knob. "All right?"

"All right," I say, hesitating and leaning back against the bed's pillows as he opens the door and steps out. "But Victor?"

He turns back to me, all attention and care.

"Can you bring me a snack?" I ask, hopeful. "I might barf it up in ten minutes. But I really want some carrot cake."

Victor laughs, shaking his head. "Sure, Evie," he says, giving me a warm smile and then heading down the hall. "Whatever you want. I am your servant."

Ten minutes later, I hear the pounding of feet on the stairs as my boys come flying up them, their arms full of stuff.

"Mama!" Alvin calls, in the lead. "Daddy sent us up to bring you snacks!"

"And to heal you!" lan adds as they burst into the room. Laughing, I sit up and curiously lean towards them.

"Really?" I ask. "What did you bring me?"

"The good stuff," Alvin says, opening his arms and spilling a bunch of packaged snacks out onto the bed, as well as a pastry box which I suspect contains a much-mangled piece of carrot cake. Grinning, I reach for it, and Alvin pulls a fork out of his back pocket to help me along. I wink at him as I snatch it out of his hand.

"And medical supplies!" lan continues, adding a bunch of cold compresses and bandaids and what looks like the entire supply of vitamins and pain killers from our medicine cabinet in the kitchen.

"Oh, useful!" I say, not meaning it, but wanting to be encouraging.

"Are you sick, mama?" Alvin asks, leaning forward solicitously and placing a hand against my forehead. I hold back my laughter, knowing that he has no idea what he's trying to feel for when he places his hand on my face but letting him do it anyway. "Just a little, baby," I say. "I got morning sickness from the pregnancy, and then I was dehydrated, so the doctor says I have to take it easy for the rest of the day and relax."

"Okay!" lan says, hopping into bed with me and crawling swiftly under the covers. "Then we'll do that with you! To keep you company!"

"What an enticing offer!" I say as Alvin glances anxiously towards the door. "But don't you two have school?"

"Yeah," Alvin says, looking towards their room where I know the wonderful Miss Georgia is waiting for them to come back form their lunch break. "We do have school..."

"Not me," lan says, snuggling into the pillows. "My priority is mama's health. I have to stay here. To protect her."

"Nope," Victor calls, coming up the stairs and hearing lan's declaration on the way. "Off to school, both of you!"

Alvin gives me a swift kiss and then hurries off, eager to obey, but lan snuggles deliberately down into the pillows, giving Victor a little glare.

"Don't forget, little Alpha," Victor says to lan as he strides into the room and over to the bed, "you my be stubborn, but I'm still bigger than you." And with that, Victor playfully whips the blankets back and snatches the little boy out of the bed, tossing him over his shoulder and carrying him off to the boys' bedroom, lan screeching with laughter the whole way.

I laugh as well, watching them go, but Victor calls to me over his shoulder.

"I'll be back in a second, Evelyn!" he says. "I think I have a solution to our problem."