Alpha Loren novel Chapter 83

December 3rd

The next morning I woke up surprisingly early. There was an overpowering scent of bacon in the air so I didn't have much trouble getting out of bed and heading straight for it.

Leo was in the kitchen, stood shirtless over the sizzling stove. He grinned widely as he saw me and I wrapped my arms around his waist as he plated up the food before he handed me a beautiful plate of bacon, eggs and toast a few minutes later.

"Buon appetito."

"Grazie mio amore."

After breakfast, I began to feel the urge to sleep again. Being pregnant was exhausting and everyday we got closer to the birth, it drained me even more.

Just as I was settling back into bed for a nap, Leo came in.

"I'm going to the base in about half an hour so I won't be here when you wake up. Luca is...Luca and Mateo is busy comforting Allison so I'm afraid you're stuck with Marco and Carlos," Leo said. "I think they've just about sobered up from last night."

"That's fine," I said, "Might want to search their pockets on the way in though," I added with a smile.

"As if Mom hasn't raided their bedrooms already and grounded them from going anywhere but here," he said.

I smiled, "As she should."

He then kissed my forehead and tucked the sheets up around my shoulders, "I'll see you later and I'll tell the twins to do their best not to wake you."

After he left, I must have fallen asleep pretty much immediately. I didn't hear a sound from Marco or Carlos and I only woke to the sensation of a kick in my stomach. 

I shot up and placed my hand on my baby bump unsure if I had dreamt it but there it was again.

"Marco! Carlos!" I called.

A few seconds later I heard footsteps coming up the stairs but they weren't as familiar as Leo's.

"Do you want to feel your nephew kicking?" I asked him.

The corners of his mouth twitched up. 

He nodded and sat on the edge of the bed as I guided his hand to where my son's foot presumably was. 

"Wow," he whispered in awe. "That's incredible. Carlos!"

A few moments later Carlos had his hand on the baby bump too waiting for a kick.

"Any second now," I said just before I felt another little nudge come from the inside of my belly.

Carlos gasped as he felt it before smiling like crazy.

"Now I want one," he said and I giggled.

"What are you naming him?" Marco questioned.

"At the moment we are thinking Cato," I replied (pronounced Kay-toe). 

"Cato Leonardo Loren," Carlos said to himself.

"Alpha Cato," Marco added.

"I like it," they both said in time.

"Can we get you anything?" Carlos asked.

"A cup of tea would be great, please. I'll be down in a second," I said and he nodded before both the twins left the room. 

For a few minutes, I sat feeling my unborn baby boy kick before going to the toilet and then downstairs for my tea.

"I'm so bored of doing nothing," I groaned after half an hour of watching TV with Marco and Carlos. "Leo won't let me go to school or get a job or do anything without him so when he's working, which is almost every day, I have nothing to do but sit in this house."

"We can take you somewhere," Marco suggested.

"Thanks for the offer but last time someone took me out without permission, they ended up in a bad way," I said remembering the time that Luca took me to Mcdonalds and how that ended.

"Relax, Ells. Remember last time we took you out when with Allison? He was totally cool about it," Carlos said in his typical laid-back tone.

"Where would we even go?"

"Can we get food? I'm starving," Marco asked.

"You two are always hungry," I replied.

"Let's go to that really fancy restaurant in Kellington!" Carlos suggested, "The place Mom and Dad go with our sisters but refuse to take us."

"The Duchess?" I asked, "That place is high class. Why don't your parents let you go?"

"They don't trust us to behave ourselves," Marco said, "But Elena always comes back and gloats about how good the food is. So we should just take ourselves."

"No offence boys but you aren't really dressed for that..." I said looking at their outfits. Carlos was wearing a grey v-neck with a pair of black kinda faded jeans whilst Marco was wearing a white Washington state cougars t-shirt with grey sweatpants.

"We can go home and change," Marco said. "You go and change into a nice dress or something and Carlos and I will book a table. You said you were bored so stop arguing and let us unbored you."

"Unbored isn't a word," I pointed out.

"Get your smartass upstairs and change!"

"Okay! I'm going, I'm going."

Half an hour later Marco and Carlos were in suit and tie and I was wearing what I believed to be a sophisticated black dress and my favourite dangly earrings. 

"Best behaviour okay?" I said as we pulled up outside the grand building that was the Duchess, five-star luxury dining restaurant. "That means no pushing, no shoving, no cursing, no messing around. Understand?"

"You seem to be mistaking us for three-year-olds, Ells," Carlos said as we got out the car.

I raised my eyebrow, "You aren't exactly respectable gentlemen. Let's just remember what Leo and I stumbled across last night..."

"Okay...granted...we have our moments," Marco said, "But we won't get kicked out of here. Not until we've at least ordered anyway."