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
“Take her away,” Walsh commands his Betas. “To the cells in the basement. I want her under constant supervision.”The Betas nod, responding immediately, grasping Evelyn by her arms and pulling her out of the room. On the way, with her back to her father, Evelyn gives Ian a little wink, encouraging h
“Oh, thank you,” Evelyn says quietly, though inside she hisses liar. He knew exactly where they were, had the tea sent in here just so he could come in and pick their brains. “We’d love to join.”“Are there any donuts?” Ian asks, dashing over to the cart to look.“No,” Walsh says, frowning at the bo
A few hours later, Evelyn and Ian are seated in front of the fire in the parlor, apparently having a perfectly pleasant, if perfectly quiet, day. She sits on a chaise lounge close to the warmth, quietly peeling an orange and looking at a home and garden magazine. Ian, on the floor, works to put tog
John Walsh storms into breakfast the next morning, making everyone at the table freeze.“What is the meaning of this,” he growls at Evelyn, who stares at him with a piece of toast half in her mouth. Evelyn removes her toast and clears her throat. “What are you talking about, dad?” she asks.Ian, se







