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
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 rea
It is…a long day. Of debates. And negotiations. And arguments for and against Victor’s Supremacy. Victor glances at the window, seeing dusk settling outside and sighing deeply, glancing at his phone. Evelyn hasn’t messaged him back at all, which is odd for her, but – Still, there’s so much to be do
“Why?” Victor asks, suddenly serious in the sea of merriment. “Evelyn, why aren’t you here? What’s wrong?” “Um…” she says, her eyes glancing away awkwardly. “Because…I went into early labor…and I’ve been put on bedrest…” The tablet cracks as it falls to the floor. Rafe gasps, reaching down for it
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 bedr
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, Ian very suddenly turns his head towards my stomach, like a dog hearing a w
“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 contra
Slumped on the couch, Ian heaves a gigantic sigh. “What is taking so long,” he mutters, glaring angrily at the steps as if they’ve personally offended him. “You knew it would take a while,” Bridgette murmurs, running a hand over Ian’s soft brown hair and smiling fondly at her nephew. She sighs and