Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins
Chapter 292

I'm barely awake the next morning when I hear the little knock at my door. I groan, feeling like I just fell asleep a moment ago -

But then I gasp, sitting up straight, as I remember that it's my wedding day-

The knock comes again and I toss my blankets off me, scurrying to the door.

"Who goes there!?" I command, laughing, because if it's Victor, I want to make sure his eyes are closed.

"It is Burton, madame," Burton replies cheerfully.

"And me!" a little boy squeaks, and I pull the door quickly open to beam at Burton, a tray of breakfast in his hands, and Alvin next to him, his little sword already strapped to his side, holding his own very tiny tray with a cup of coffee on it.

I gasp, my hands going to my mouth. "You two," I say, "are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen..."

Both laugh as I step aside to let them into my room. They move quickly to the bedside table and I shut the door behind them.

"Everything is getting started nicely, Madame," Burton says, putting the tray down on my bedside table and turning to smile at me. "You have about...fifteen minutes for breakfast before you are scheduled for a shower. And then the hair and makeup preparation will begin."

"Really?" I say, raising my eyebrows at his efficiency. "I had no idea I had a schedule ready."

"Leave it all to me, Madame," Burton says, giving me a wink. Then he turns to look down at Alvin. "The boys and I have it all in hand. Do we not, little Master?"

"We do!" Alvin says, excited, throwing up his hands. "I am going to be your personal butler today, mama," Alvin continues. "Burton got me all ready. I will help with everything! And pass messages to papa!"

"Wonderful!" I say, moving over to both of them and sitting on the bed, pulling Alvin into my lap. "And what is lan doing?"

"Ian is papa's butler. We can pass messages," he says, tapping at his head, indicating that they can communicate mind-to-mind over long distances.

"So clever," I say, my eyes going wide.

"I will return," Burton says, bowing and heading for the door. "Fifteen minutes!" he calls over his shoulder.

"You got it!" I call back, laughing, and then turning to my son to have our breakfast. "Are you excited?" I ask him, picking up my coffee and holding it tight in my hands for a moment, enjoying the warmth of it against my palms.

"Yes!" Alvin says, grabbing a pasty off of the tray and taking a big bite. "I am excited for the party! And to help you get ready, mama," he continues, "of course."

"Thank you baby," I say, running a hand over his hair. "There's no one else I want to help me more than you."

"I know," Alvin says, shrugging a little as he takes a second bite, speaking with his mouth full. "Ian doesn't have the patience for it. He and dad are going to hang out a lot before they put on their suits. But I'll help you with your hair and stuff," he says, considering me. "I know girls take longer. I don't mind."

My little heart twists with love for my boy and I grab him for a quick hug, planting three swift kisses on his head. "What did I ever do," I murmur, "to get such a sweet little boy."

"I don't know," he sighs. "Guess you were just lucky."

Laughing, I let him go. Alvin looks up at the ceiling for a moment, clearly getting a message from lan. I wait patiently, sipping my coffee, until he looks down at me again. "lan says to open the door in precisely fifteen seconds."

I grin and nod and then the two of us count to fifteen slowly aloud. Then, I wink at him, letting him run to the door and open it for me. Alvin wrenches the door open and gasps, picking up a huge bouquet of roses sitting there. He kicks the door shut behind him as he scurries back over to me.

I can smell them before Alvin even gets close to me and I gasp, putting down my coffee. "Oh, so beautiful!" I cry, reaching for them. Alvin hands them over and I take a deep sniff of their amazing scent before plucking the card out from the center and reading it. Evelyn -

I know that today will be full of flowers, but I wanted to pick these ones just for you. I can't wait to see you (finally, see you) at the altar. I can't wait to marry you. I can't wait for the rest of our lives.

Forever yours,

Victor

I bite my lip and can't help the little tear that falls down my cheek as I read the card twice, and then three times.

"You okay, mama?" Alvin asks, leaning close and wiping my tear away.

"I'm perfect, baby," I say, smiling widely at him. "Right now? I'm absolutely perfect."

"Wedding days are so borrrrrrrrrring," lan moans as he and Victor start their second loop around the back yard, Archie running ahead and chasing the ball that lan throws. "Can't it get started already?" lan asks, sighing.

"You've got to learn patience, little man," Victor says, smiling and reaching out a hand to ruffle his son's hair. "The wedding isn't until dusk, we've still got hours left to go."

"Why didn't you schedule it sooner?" lan asks, looking up at his dad.

"Because," Victor replies, grinning and leaning down as if to tell a great secret. "Dusk is more romantic."

lan moans at the answer, rolling his eyes. Victor stands up straight, laughing again.

"I hate romance," lan grumbles, picking up the ball that Archie drops at his feet and throwing it again. "Can't we go see the helicopter again?"

"Nah," Victor says. "We've got to stay close by the house so we can be on hand when Burton comes to give us our next set of instructions. We'll have to get changed soon, into our tuxedos. It's our job to greet all the guests as they come to the house." "At least that will be something to do," lan sighs.

Victor nods, smiling at lan even though the boy is a little miserable. Victor isn't frustrated, though - he remembers, a little, what it was like to be a seven-year-old boy with very little patience himself. Weddings are very adult fare - there's not much there, really, to keep a little boy interested.

"Are you excited at all?" Victor asks.

"I'm excited for the party," lan says honestly, looking up at his dad. "And I like the sword," he says, pointing down at the weapon at his waist. Then, lan hesitates. Victor waits patiently for him to speak again, wanting to give him space to think.

lan looks up at his father then, his eyes wide. "I don't want you to think that I don't like the wedding, papa," lan says, taking his dad's hand and making Victor's heart twist as he gives it a squeeze. "I'm excited to be a family officially. I know it is a big day. I just wish... it was a little less boring." His eyes widen further then, pleading, a little, for his dad to understand.

"I get it, kid," Victor says, swallowing deeply against the lump in his throat and wrapping an arm around lan's shoulders, pulling him close. "You're very sweet, deep down."

"I know," lan moans. "Please don't tell anyone."

Victor laughs and promises that he won't.

But before Victor can say anything else, Burton comes out onto the steps of the little cottage, waving to both of them.

"All right, kid," Victor says, patting lan on the shoulder. "It's time. Are you ready for some action?"

"Dad," lan says, rolling his eyes up at his father, "it's not action. It's getting dressed."

"You're right," Victor says, placing his hand between lan's shoulder blades and urging him forward. "But from here on out, it's going to get busy."