Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins
Chapter 294

The rest of our wedding is an absolute dream. Victor stays by my side throughout the entire thing, apparently unwilling to let me out of his sight or stop touching me for a moment as we make our way around to all of our guests, saying hello. The boys run around like mad things with the collection of Annabeth's children and nieces who also attend, their laughter a beautiful music to which we all dance. "So," my mother says, smiling at both of us, "are you going to have a honeymoon?"

I laugh, leaning back against Victor and shake my head. "Honeymoon?" I say. "Honestly, mom, it sounds amazing, but I don't know when we'll have the time," I answer, rubbing a hand over my pregnant stomach.

She nods, understanding and smiling, but she presses the point a bit. "Make the time, dearest," she says, looking into my eyes. "These moments are important. You should make space for them." And then, with another little smile, she moves off to the desert table to get herself a slice of cake.

"What do you think?" I say, looking up at Victor. "Are we making a mistake by not jetting off to Paris tonight?"

"We're always making a mistake by not jetting off to Paris tonight," Victor answers, his voice low against my ear. "But your mom is right. We can't do it now - I don't think you can fly, even but...soon. We'll do it as soon as we can, and make it special." "Where should we go?" I wonder, thinking on it earnestly. "Delia and Emma's postcards from Prague made it look incredibly wonderful..."

"No," Victor says, shaking his head soundly. "No cities. No cultural activities. No sightseeing. I want to go somewhere beautiful where we can stay in bed all day and gaze at the ocean. That's all."

I laugh and turn my face up to his, stealing a kiss. "You're right. It's a deal."

He nods to me, but then the music starts, the DJ setting up in a corner, and the boys come running over to us. "Come on, mama!" Alvin shouts, taking my hand and pulling me towards the dancefloor. "Uncle Rafe says he's going to teach us something called an electric slide!"

"It sounds amazing," lan continues eagerly, his eyes wide.

Laughing, I let them pull me away, Victor in tow.

We dance for a long time but...I'm ashamed to admit that I'm the first to go to bed the night of my wedding. I look up at Victor a few hours into the dancing, a plea in my eyes, and he nods once, taking my hand and slowly leading me away. We don't say goodbye to anyone, though I nod to Burton to let him know where we were going, and I squeez Bridgette's hand on the way out, pointing to the boys. Both smile at us, intuiting our meaning and giving their own nods in return to let us know they understand.

And then, quite sneakily, Victor and I abscond. He holds my hand lightly as we walk through the woods, back towards the cottage where we'll be spending our wedding night.

"Are you happy, Luna?" he asks quietly.

"I am, Alpha," I reply, looking up at him with a simple smile. "Is that what we're going to call each other from now on?" I ask.

"Oh, I think we have to," he jokes, looking at me quite seriously. "We waited long enough to do make it official -"

"Seven years," I say, nodding along.

"So," he shrugs, "I think referring to each other as anything less is grounds for divorce."

"Or, even the instant dissolution of our marriage," I say deadpan, slowly nodding my head.

"So I won't call you Evelyn again," he concludes, stepping closer to me and putting his arm around my waist. "Unless you really piss me off."

"Oh," I say, grinning up at him. "So like, in ten minutes?"

"Precisely," he laughs, smiling down at me. I put my arm around his waist as well, giving him a little squeeze.

We're silent for a moment as we slowly approach the house, my wedding gown dragging languorously behind me. "We've got a big day coming tomorrow as well," I say quietly, not wanting to change the subject but...well, wanting to talk about it. This wedding, after all, was not merely a romantic occasion - though it was that, deeply.

It was also a declaration to the wider community that we are a family, and that I am the Luna of this pack. We had a very small group of family and friends at our wedding, wanting to keep it tight, but we also filled out the guest list with leading members of powerful packs. Precisely the people whose votes Victor needs to be made Supreme.

And, conveniently, Victor arranged the vote to occur tomorrow, at our new house, while everyone's handily gathered together in one place at the same time. And, hopefully, still basking in the joy of our union and buzzing from our hospitality. Or even just a little drunk from the night before and ready to be persuaded to vote the way we want them to.

"A big day," Victor concedes, with a sigh. "But not as big as this."

"Almost as big," I say, turning to him. "Just...the second biggest day of your life. Conveniently following the first biggest."

"Fifth biggest," Victor corrects as we reach the steps of the cottage's back porch. I turn my head to look up at him, curious. "First biggest, you are right, is today. But second biggest is the day the boys were born -"

"But you weren't even there!" I interrupt, laughing.

He shakes his head, holding up a finger that begs me to let him continue. "Third biggest is the day the girls will be born -"

"Hasn't happened yet!"

"Irrelevant," he says, dismissive, laughing down at me. "So, that will be fifth biggest."

"Um, you're counting wrong, Alpha," I say, grinning at him and wrapping my arms around his neck. "You skipped from three to five. What's fourth?"

"The day I first saw you," he says, pulling me close. "Standing at the bottom of those stairs, looking up at me with determination in your eyes. The day I lost my heart for good. Maybe my soul, too."

"Really?" I breathe, smiling up at him. "That's fourth?"

He laughs, shaking his head at me, and scooping me up in his arms, carrying me up the steps and kicking open the back door to carry me across the threshold. "That's my Luna," he says, shaking his head and laughing. "Never satisfied."

"Get used to it, baby," I say, smiling at my husband and pushing the door closed behind us. "You're in for a lifetime of being contradicted. But hey, you knew what you were getting into." And then I kiss my husband, my mate, my alpha, and let him carry me up to bed. The next day, Victor gets up early, softly placing his feet on the floor and getting quietly out of bed so that he doesn't wake me.

But he does. It's not his fault, really - I've actually been awake for hours feeling...well. Victor doesn't need to know how I'm feeling. He's got a big day today, and I can't do anything to distract from that. Instead, I decide to do everything I can to pretend that everything is totally normal. At least until he's out of the house.

"Cruel husband," I growl playfully, whipping a pillow at him and pretending to be mad. "Waking me! When I need my beauty sleep!"

"You don't need your beauty sleep anymore," Victor says, standing up straight and tossing me a smirk over his shoulder as he heads towards our closet. "You're already married. You can let yourself go now."

"Oh baby," I say, rolling over onto my back and watching him sort through his clothes. "I already did. You think this is a pregnancy? This is just my beer belly," I say, slapping a hand loudly against my stomach.

"Oh, I know," he says, laughing along with me. "I've known for a long time. I like you just like that. I'll bring you more beer for breakfast, you don't have to hide your drinking anymore."

Laughing with him, I wait patiently until he dresses impeccably for his meeting and then comes to give me a kiss goodbye.

"Good luck, Alpha," I murmur to him with a smile, my lips against his.

"Thank you, Luna," he replies, resting his forehead against mine for a moment. "I'll call you if..."

"When," I correct.

"When," he agrees, laughing, "the vote goes through. I want you to be there when I accept."

"I wouldn't be anywhere else!" I say, giving him a happy little grin.

He nods, giving me one more kiss and then swiftly heading out of the room - anxious, I think, to get the day started. As soon as I hear the back door open downstairs, though, I grab the phone off of my nightstand and dial Bridgette's number. "Bridgette," I gasp. "Come quick - the babies - something's wrong -"