Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins
Chapter 299

"Come on, Evelyn," the doctor says confidently as Victor squeezes my hand, his eyes darting between my face and the first baby, which the doula is now wrapping in her first swaddle. "One more push, and then you'll be done, and you can hold your little girls." "You can do it, Evie," he whispers to me, his expression a complicated mix of elation and worry and fear and wonder. I nod, confidently, and then I feel the contraction come on.

"Okay," I huff, sitting up and shifting my eyes to Victor's, needing his confidence now more than ever.

And I push. And push, and push. I cry out a little, but do my best to muffle it - I know that my boys are downstairs, listening to everything with their wolf hearing, and even though I want to scream I know that I can't worry them. They're probably totally freaked out as it is, scaling the walls -

I push harder, yell harder, and then finally -

The pressure within me lessens, and I feel her being born - hear her little cry -

I burst into tears now, immediately, now that I'm free of it - now that my job is done and I can be vulnerable - as I listen to the cries of my second little girl mingle with her sister's.

Her sister's.

Oh my god. I have daughters.

I almost collapse to the side as I feel Victor's arms around me, as he speaks comforting words I barely heal, telling me how strong I am and that I'm a miracle. I take a few long breaths and then, laughing a little, I look up into his face and reach out a hand to wipe away the tears that streak down his cheeks as well.

And then, the doula comes to my other side, ready to hand me my little girl.

"Here is the first one," she says, pillowing my daughter lightly against my left arm. And then the doula reaches behind her to where the doctor stands, wrapping up the second child - freshly cleaned off - in her swaddle. "And here," the doula says gently, "is the second."

Victor makes a little space at my side so that the doula can slip the second little baby into my other arm. Then, she backs away, and I take a moment to look down into the faces of my sweet little girls. And I start to cry again.

"Hey, babies," I say, my voice hitching, my heart filled with so much love I can barely contain it. "Welcome to the world, little ones."

"You've been born into a really weird family," Victor murmurs, reaching out a hesitant finger to touch their cheeks as they squall unhappily. "But...it's a good one. God," he marvels, and I look over at him, smiling to see the shock and awe on his face. "They're so tiny." "We'll give you a moment," the doctor says, smiling at me with tears in her own eyes. "And then I'll be back in a bit for the final steps, and to get you cleaned up. But everything went beautifully," she adds, nodding comfortingly. "There's no reason why you can't take a minute."

"Can you call the boys?" I ask her, sniffing and working to pull myself together for their sake. "I want them to meet the girls -" my heart twists as I hear myself say that - the boys, the girls. My four children, meeting each other for the first time. I can hardly bear the idea.

"Of course," the doctor says, nodding and slipping out of the door.

"Victor," I murmur, turning my attention back to my daughters, "Can you get a blanket to put over my legs? The boys don't need to see -"

But before he can, we both turn when we hear a loud rapping at the window.

And I gasp in fear and shock when I see my two boys outside of the glass, apparently floating in midair.

Victor curses viciously, moving over to the window in a moment, flicking open the lock and wrenching the glass up. "What the hell are you two -" he growls, scared and angry, grabbing each by their scruffs and hauling them into the room before they fall to their deaths. "You could have been seriously hurt -"

"We were worried!" Alvin cries, ignoring his father's anger and rolling ably when he hits the floor. Ian does the same, and both are on their feet almost instantly running for me.

"Back!" Victor shouts, and the boys stop in their tracks, knowing they're in for it. Victor strides past them, coming to stand between us. "You two," he says, "are in big trouble. We asked you to wait downstairs!"

"You asked us to wait outside, dad," lan corrects, shaking his head and crossing his arms, looking so much like Victor in this moment that I have to laugh. "It's different."

"And we didn't interrupt!" Alvin protests, trying to look beyond him at me. "We waited until it was done!"

Suddenly the door bursts open to show the doctor standing there, fear written all over her face.

"It's all right, doctor," I say, giving her a little smile and nodding towards the boys. "We found them."

"Oh my god," she says, shaking her head and placing a hand over her heart. Then she frowns at them. "How did they..."

"Window," Victor says, gesturing towards it and sighing. "It's all right. They're here now."

The doctor's mouth twists in a smile as she leaves again and I tear my eyes from my daughters to look up at Victor. "Let them come see," I urge gently, trying to peek beyond him at my eager boys. "No real harm done."

Victor crosses his arms, turning to smile at the boys. "Well, punishment is deferred, by popular vote. So. Do you want to come see your sisters?"

The boys' faces break out into huge grins as they run past their dad, coming to stand close to the bed and look down into their sisters' little faces as Victor thoughtfully spreads a little blanket out over my lower half, keeping me warm.

I feel my eyes fill with tears again as I watch my boys take in the sight of their sisters, studying them, learning them. The boys are quiet for a long time - longer than I thought they would be. Victor comes to crouch close behind the boys and I shift my gaze to him, knowing that he's dying to hold his daughters' in his arms - and I'm so incredibly touched that he has deferred the experience so that the boys can have this moment to meet them.

But lan, predictably, breaks the silence. "I thought they'd be prettier," he whispers.

I burst into laughter at this and a few tears of mirth replace their way down my cheeks. "They're wonderful!" I protest. "They're so cute, and tiny!"

"They're all wrinkly," Alvin counters, looking up at me with his nose scrunched with distaste.

"They'll be beautiful in no time," Victor say soothingly. "Though I might agree....they kind of look like little aliens now." I open my mouth with a little sound of protest and he catches my eye. "Beautiful aliens," he adds with a smirk. "But yeah. Weird." lan and Alvin look at each other then, clearly communicating in their minds. And then they look back at the little girls.

"I'll take this one," Alvin says, reaching out to touch his fingertip to the nose of the smaller twin, whose light fuzz of hair is a shade lighter than her sister's.

"And this one is mine," lan agrees, touching the nose of the darker-haired, slightly larger sister. My mouth drops open a little in shock at this strange little ceremony.

"What do you mean?" I ask, baffled and curious.

"We decided," lan says, looking down at his chosen sister with a little smile. "That you are going to need a lot of help raising them, and they're going to need a lot of help growing up. So we decided that we would each pick one, and be her special friend. Or protector," he gives a little shrug. "We don't know the right words for it. But this is my baby now, as much as it is yours."

"We asked them what they thought about it," Alvin adds, looking over at his chosen little girl. "And they sent us good feelings. So, we think they like it."

"How could they not," I murmur, my voice breaking a little as I stare between my sweet boys and my brand new girls. And then I shift my eyes to Victor, who is looking at the five of us with such love written on his face that I feel as if my heart could break. "Here, papa," I say quietly, nodding to the girls. "Come and hold your daughters."

The boys readily step aside so that their father can move close to me, perching on the edge of the bed.

"Easy," I say, helping him nestle the dark-haired twin on his far arm, and then passing the light-haired twin to his other arm when he's steady. "There you go," I breathe, watching him.

As I watch him, I know that this is an incredible moment for this father, who has been a father for so long, but has waited years for this. To hold his newborn children, to greet them the day they're born.

Victor stares at his daughters as if he's never seen anything more beautiful in his life. And honestly, watching him look at them, I'm not sure I ever have.

"I will love you forever," Victor promises the girls, looking between them. Then, he shifts his eyes to Alvin and lan as well. "Just as I love you."

And then he looks at me. "And you, most of all. For yourself, but also for all that you've given me. You're wonderful, Evelyn. I am," his voice breaks a little, "so grateful that we found each other."

I raise my hand to wipe the tear from his cheek and nod, understanding.

And down the bond I pass the same words directly back to him, making a complete circle of our love.