Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins
Chapter 296

As it turns out...I cannot. I cannot spend 3 months in bed, waiting for my babies to be born.

Two and a half months later, I'm basically climbing the walls, I'm going so crazy sitting here in this bedroom, waiting for my little girls to be born.

I've done it this long, though. I've stayed in my bedroom, I haven't gone up and down stairs, I've left bed only to change my clothes and take showers as necessary. But I swear to god, if I have to do this for one more day, let alone two more weeks... "I think I'm going to make a run for it," I whisper to Alvin, who is pressed to my side.

"What?" he asks, looking up at me and away from the TV that we've installed in the room, the TV which has taken up way too much of my time in the past two and a half months.

"I think I'm going to just run out of this room, screaming, into the back yard, and through the woods, and then climb a tree, and howl at the moon..."

Alvin laughs and swats me gently on the arm. "Oh mama," he says, picking up a twizzler and beginning to chew on it. "You're so crazy."

I sigh and wrap my arm around my little boy, pulling him close. "You have no idea, kiddo," I murmur, kissing him on the head as another episode of Vanderpump Rules comes onto the television.

"Yessss," Alvin whispers. "I hope Jax is in this one..."

"Me too," I murmur in reply, reaching for one of the twizzlers myself.

The door creeks open, though, and lan comes waltzing in. "Okay, Alvin!" he says, tossing his backpack on the floor. "Your shift is over! My turn now!"

"Noooo," Alvin whines, gesturing towards the TV. "It was just getting good!"

lan snaps at his brother and points to the door with a thumb over his shoulder. "Dad wants you downstairs." Alvin sighs and gets up, heading for the door, looking at me with big puppy eyes over his shoulder. "Don't watch any more without me?" he begs.

"I would never," I say, pressing pause and tossing the remote to lan.

"Good," lan murmurs, climbing into bed with me and pressing some buttons on the controls. "I like Below Deck better..."

"Tasteless," I say, pulling him close against me to take his brother's spot. "Vanderpump always trumps yachts. But...yeah, that's good too. Put it on."

As lan and I start to watch tv together, I think passingly on how good the two of them have been to me since I've been on bedrest. Victor, understandably, has been incredibly busy as a new Supreme, and has felt absolutely awful about it. Every night when he comes home he looks at me with sadness and regret in his eyes, as if he's done me some great betrayal by going off to work to do the job we agreed he should take.

I do my best to laugh at him, to prod him, to cajole him into feeling less guilty. And every morning when he gets dressed and leaves, I do my best to put on a happy face.

But I know that he sees right through it. That he knows precisely how miserable I've been, sitting here, for weeks. I know that if he could take the burden on himself that he would, and that he'd give anything if he could just sit here with me, and share this misery... But, we both know that that won't do anything. So every day I send him off. And every day, my boys step up.

I don't know how they figured it out, that I need them in this moment, that their constant company has been the only thing getting me through the insane challenge that is a third trimester spent entirely in bed. But they figured it out fast, and since perhaps the first week have spent each one of their spare moments by my side.

They even worked out a schedule with Miss Georgia that allows them to meet with her one-on-one so that the other, when not with her, can be with me, puzzling through some homework or some study that I can help them with. Or, when homework's done, we watch TV. A great deal of TV.

I know that they don't come to me with their homework for their own sake - Miss Georgia is a better teacher than me. But they do it for me, so that I have something to concentrate on. They work, I have discovered, basically in six hour shifts - one twin comes and spends the day with me, and then the other. And then Victor, of course, keeps me company at night.

And between them, my three Alphas have kept me sane. Even though every other part of the end of this pregnancy has worked hard against that sanity. Very, very hard.

Even though the TV is on, capturing both of our attention, lan very suddenly turns his head towards my stomach, like a dog hearing a whistle.

"Number one is mad," he says passively, turning back to the tv. "Says number two is crowding her."

I move a hand to my stomach and, indeed, just as I do, feel a sharp and angry little kick. I groan. "Yeah," I say, nodding. "And she's taking it out on me, instead of her sister." "Rude," lan murmurs, again focused on the television.

I smile at him, running my hands through his hair, considering him. The boys have been doing this for weeks, now - giving us updates on the girls, letting us in on some of the inter-womb politics. As the girls have grown, the boys' ability to intuit what they're thinking and feeling has likewise increased, to the point now where it's almost as if they can speak to them in the room. The girls, of course, don't have words yet - but their feelings are apparently quite clear.

It warms me to the depths of me to realize how connected the four of them are already. And honestly, I can't wait for them to be born so that the boys can meet their sisters and start to grow their bond for real. And, well. I can't wait for them to be born for other reasons too.

lan and I watch TV for quite a long time, until I'm basically dozing against the pillows next to him as he flicks through the channels. I jump, a little, as the bedroom door opens and Victor comes in.

I sit up, smiling to see him, opening my arms as he strides to the side of the bed and wraps me in a big hug.

"How are you," he asks, as he always does, murmuring against my ear. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I say, smiling at him again as he pulls away. "Same old, same old." It's...well, it's a little bit of a lie. But again, Victor doesn't need to know until he needs to know. "How was your day?"

And Victor tells me all about it as lan gives me a kiss and slips out the door, letting us have our time together. About fifteen minutes into Victor's recap Burton brings us both up dinner on a tray and Victor sits across from me as we eat, trying to be as normal as possible. The kids, tonight, don't eat with us, which they sometimes do. And I'm a little grateful for it because...well. I want this night alone with Victor, if I can have it. As selfish as that might seem.

When we finish dinner Victor clears the tray, putting it outside the door, and then he quickly changes and comes to bed, sighing deeply with relief as he finally lays down next to me. I grimace a little, inwardly, wishing that this bed was a place of rest for me as well, instead of my own little pregnancy jail.

"But seriously," Victor says, looking at me curiously. "How are you feeling?"

"Sleepy," I lie, curling up against the pillows myself. I can tell that he's tired, and I want him to get some sleep. I make myself yawn and close my eyes, hoping he buys my little performance.

He yawns too, and I peek through my lashes at him, seeing his eyes settle shut. "Good," he says. "Maybe we'll both get some sleep tonight."

"I hope so," I murmur lightly, hoping he drifts off soon, exhausted as I can see he is.

"Goodnight, Evelyn," he replies, sighing deeply with content. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," I whisper, and then I close my eyes as well, trying to rest as much as I can.

But it's only five hours later - about one in the morning - when I shake Victor awake.

"Hmmm?" Victor asks, still half asleep. "Evelyn? What's wrong?"

"Victor," I say, my voice apologetic. "You have to get up now."

"Why?" he asks, bleary.

"Because," I whisper. "My water just broke."