Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins
Chapter 297

"Oh my god," Victor gasps, instantly wide awake. "Oh my god," he says again, grabbing my face and searching it like it has answers. "Are you - are you okay?" "Yes," I say, nodding but then belying my answer with an immediate moan. I grit my teeth, my hand going to my stomach as I weather the contraction.

"OH my god," Victor says again, apparently not coming up with anything original tonight. Then he jumps up out of the bed. "We've got to go! We've got to get you to the hospital!" He spins around, looking around the room. "Where is where is the hospital bag? Or whatever it is that you packed?" "Victor," I say, huffing my breath out and glancing up at him. "There is no hospital bag."

"What?!" He gasps, spinning again the look at me like I've just said the most horrible thing in the world.

"There's no hospital bag," I say again, the pain from the contraction fading now, my breath coming heavy at the end of it. "Because I'm having the babies here."

"WHAT" he yells, totally freaked out.

I look up at him, confused. "Why are you so surprised by this?" I ask him, shaking my head, a little frustrated. "This has been the plan all along. Why did you think we got those plastic sheets?" I ask, gesturing towards the box in the corner.

"I don't know, Evelyn," Victor replies, running a frantic hand through his hair. "I stopped asking questions about why you and the boys buy things a long time ago - I'm very much at peace with the fact that I'll never understand your insane minds or your ridiculous consumer habits -"

I laugh a little. "How did you not know this!?" I ask, shaking my head at him. "This has been the plan for months!"

"Evelyn," Victor says, coming quickly to my side and taking my face in his hands again. "Please. You've had so much trouble with this pregnancy. We've got to get you to a hospital."

"Ohhh, pish," I say, pulling my face out of his hands and waving my own at him. "You're over-reacting. I had the boys in my apartment, after all - without a birth coach or anything. I can do it here, in relative luxury!" I lean over to grab my phone, ready to call the doctor and my doula, who are, of course, in on this plan.

"WHAT" Victor shouts, for the second time that night. I look up at him with wide eyes, shocked. "You - you had the boys in your apartment?! You didn't have them in a hospital?"

"No, Victor," I say, rolling my eyes and dialing the doctor's number. "A human hospital wouldn't have been able to handle it, and a wolf hospital would have have insisted upon knowing the identity of the father. So yeah, I did it by myself."

Victor face pales at this, at the realization that I went through that experience alone precisely so he wouldn't replace out about his children. And then, despite his horror, I see Victor grit his teeth in frustration. He opens his mouth to object again as I hold up a finger at him, because the doctor has just picked up her phone.

He shuts his mouth as I speak to the doctor, but luckily, the door opens just at that moment, two twin heads peeking through.

"Is everything okay?" lan asks, his voice worried, looking between his father and me.

"I'm going to have the babies!" I mouth to them, smiling and pointing to my belly before giving them a thumbs up.

"Oh, cool!" Alvin says, excited, dashing into the room and over to the corner where the plastic sheets are. "Can I make up the bed?!"

"You -" Victor says, appalled as the doctor assures me that she's coming now and will pick up the doula on the way. "You two know about this? About the home birth?"

"You don't?" lan asks, moving to his dad's side and looking up at him. "Where have you been for three months?"

Victor's mouth pops open in shock and he makes a little sound of shocked protest before he snaps his jaw shut and glares at his child. "I've been running the country, lan," he growls.

"Well," Ian shrugs, looking at me and giving me a wink. "The rest of us have been prepping for this!" He puts his hands up in the air, excited, and shouts "This! Is! Our! Superbowl!"

Laughing, I put my hands up too, giving a little whoop of joy as Alvin starts to pull the blankets off the bed.

"Oh my god," Victor exclaims in a voice hardly louder than a whisper, putting his head in his hand and shaking it. "You're all...you're all insane..."

"Welcome to crazy land, Papa," lan says, grinning up at him and taking his hand. "You'll like it here - it's nice!"

"Why," Victor says, dropping lan's hand and looking around at us. "Why am I the only one freaking out about this?"

"Because," I say, huffing a deep breath as I haul my very-pregnant body out of bed and start to strip the sheets. "You're the only one who hasn't been planning this for months and reading dozens of books and websites about what to expect. Besides," I say, glancing at him, deliberately keeping myself calm for his sake, "contractions are still very far apart - at least ten minutes. We've got lots of time before the babies come."

"Like even 8 to 12 hours, Papa, at that rate" lan says reassuringly, squeezing Victor's hand.

"How," Victor breathes, looking down at lan, "how do you know that?"

"We've been reading!" Alvin says, unwrapping the plastic sheets and giving his father a shrug. "We're basically amateur midwives now."

"It's true," I say, stuffing the damp bedsheets into the hamper. "And they agree with me," I say, giving my husband a smile. "Home birth is best for us."

Victor looks around at the three of us, appalled, and then looks down at lan again. "Seriously, buddy?" he pleads. "I can't even get a pity vote that we go to the hospital, right now? Not even for dad's poor nerves?"

"Sorry, papa," lan says, looking up at him with genuine sympathy in his eyes. "Even if I did..." he sighs, glancing at me.

"Luna breaks the tie," I finish, coming over and giving Victor a peck on the cheek. "Come on," I say, taking his hand and pulling him towards the bathroom. "Come help me clean up - I'm all covered in amniotic fluid."

"Oh my god," Victor groans, his hand flying to his face to cover his eyes again as he follows me to the bathroom. "Someone wake me up. This is my nightmare." But I just laugh, knowing that he's exaggerating. That actually, this is his dream. He just needs to...adjust his vision of how this would happen, just a little bit.

A little thrill of excitement runs though me and I pass it to Victor down the bond. Because soon, very soon, we are going to get to meet our daughters.

And Victor sends a little pulse of joy back to me because deep down? He's just as excited as me.