LOGIN“Me me me,” he says, hardly able to contain his excitement. “My turn, mama. Please.” And he looks down, again, at his little girl. “Well,” I say, shifting her in my arms and leaning forward so Ian can better see her face. She frowns in her sleep, squirming a little and making me smile. “I was think
Several hours later, I’m changed and curled up more comfortably in my bed with Victor by my side, a baby in each of our arms, and our boys curled up like puppies at the end of the bed. Archie is on the bed too, cuddled between them. We sit quietly together, all still focused on the two little babie
“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. Th
“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.” “Okay,” I huff, sitting up and shifting
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
“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
Still, she can’t ignore what she knows, the evidence that she saw. Unthinking, her hand goes to her own stomach, where her own very-desired little baby is growing. “And what about,” she says, watching him carefully, “Angelina Van Horton.” He shakes his head slowly at her, letting her see his hones
When Victor enters Annabeth Prath’s home, there’s a small stir at the door. The Prath family is influential, but their power comes largely from their long lineage and political connections. Victor banks on this when he walks in. He knows their meager Beta force has no real way to stop him. The Pra
Burton gives Victor an apologetic look. “I believe,” he continues, “that he enjoys getting a rise out of you.”Victor sighs, shrugging. He’s used to it. “And his behavior towards Bridgette?”“He is…” Burton hesitates here. “Unkind, to Madomiselle Bridgette. At every opportunity. Sometimes I do not b
Every piece of it, every choice in furniture and décor, in fabric – hell, even the silverware –It all has Amelia written all over it.“Um,” I say, wondering how to express this to him without hurting his feelings. Victor waits patiently. “Um, did you and Amelia…decorate this place? Together?”Victo







