I’m barely awake the next morning when I hear the little knock at my door. I groan, feeling like I just fell asleep a moment ago –
But then I gasp, sitting up straight, as I remember that it’s my wedding day –
The knock comes again and I toss my blankets off me, scurrying to the door.
“Who goes there!?” I command, laughing, because if it’s Victor, I want to make sure his eyes are closed.
“It is Burton, madame,” Burton replies cheerfully.
“And me!” a little boy squeaks, and I pull the door quickly open to beam at Burton, a tray of breakfast in his hands, and Alvin next to him, his little sword already strapped to his side, holding his own very tiny tray with a cup of coffee on it.
I gasp, my hands going to my mouth. “You two,” I say, “are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen…”
Both laugh as I step aside to let them into my roo
The sun has just barely set as I stand at the entrance to my new garden at the big house, separated from the crowd of family and friends by a large hedge that I had placed here precisely for this purpose.I take a deep breath, smoothing my hands down the sides of my wedding gown, looking down at myself and laughing to think that my body is a very, very different shape than I ever thought I’d have when walking down the aisle to marry the love of my life. The yards and yards of flowing chiffon that make up the skirt of my wedding dress do nothing to hide the fact that I’m very pregnant – I didn’t want them to – but they do drape beautifully to pool at my feet.Honestly, I’ve never felt more beautiful than I do in this moment, and tears fill my eyes again as I look down at myself, my hands pressed on either side of my stomach, so grateful that my girls can be with me in this moment as well.“Are you ready, mad
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 Annabeth’s children and nieces who also attend, their laughter a beautiful music to which we all dance.“So,” my mother says, smiling at both of us, “are you going to have a honeymoon?”I laugh, leaning back against Victor and shake my head. “Honeymoon?” I say. “Honestly, mom, it sounds amazing, but I don’t know when we’ll have the time,” I answer, rubbing a hand over my pregnant stomach.She nods, understanding and smiling, but she presses the point a bit. “Make the time, dearest,” she says, looking into my eyes. “These moments are important. You should make space for t
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 done here that he barely has time to think about it –Victor glances around the room at the gathering of forty of the most powerful Alphas in the nation, who are each speaking quietly to one another with their ballots clenched in their hands. Slowly, one by one, they approach the box at the front of the ballroom – which has been transformed into a board room for this purpose – and slip their ballot into the box. Victor has, of course, already voted – but his vote was obvious.When the final Alpha approaches the box, sighing, and slips his ballot in, a Beta from the Prath pack comes quickly forward to collect the box,
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 y
“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 wor
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 wraps her arms around him, giving him a little squeeze, knowing that he’s been up all night. She glances at the clock and sees that it’s nearly noon now – a long time for a little boy to wait to meet his new sisters. “Something must be wrong,” Alvin murmurs from where he sits on the floor next to them, an unfinished puzzle sitting forgotten in front of him. “I’ve been listening and timing the contractions – the babies should have been born by now.” “How can you even know that,” Rafe asks from his place leaning against the wall, lowering his brows and frowning at Alvin. “Because,” Alvin says, not turning towards his uncle and speaking in a deadpan monotone. “The book said that once the co
“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 my eyes to Victor’s, needing his confidence now more than ever. “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. 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,
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 babies who are finally, blissfully asleep. “They’re really loud, mom,” Ian whispers, looking at me with wide eyes to let me know that he believes it to be a very serious issue. “I don’t know how we’re going to get any sleep in this house.” “Well,” Victor replies, smiling at him. “Luckily we’re moving to the new house tomorrow. And that will have thicker walls, so they won’t wake you up.” “But we need to be able to hear them,” Alvin says, sitting up in sudden shock and worry. “What if they need us?” “They’ll be here with us,” I promise him, smiling. “They’ll sleep in our bedroom for a long time.” “Well then so will I,” Alvin murmurs, laying back down in a huff. Ian nods, muttering his agreem