Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 4 – Quiz Nation

I wave goodbye to Melissa, my client, as she wipes her eyes and walks to her car. She’s going to be all right – but wow, what an exhausting session.

As she drives away I click my phone open and check my email, pleased to see that the confirmation I was looking for is there. “Boys!” I call, “get your shoes!”

My children clatter around in the living room before spilling into the hallway, Ian hopping on one foot as he pulls on his sneaker. Alvin carries his shoes carefully and sits down to tie his laces. “What’s happening, mama?”

I feign surprise, teasing them. “What, didn’t you want to go to the quiz show?”

“Really, mama?!” Ian’s face lights up and he throws himself against me in a hug. “We can really go?!”

I laugh and hug him back as Alvin joins us. “Well, you earned it, and I could use a break from my work. I contacted the show and it’s all real – you earned your place. Since you qualified together, though, you have to play as one. Are you okay with that?”

“Yes!” they say together, two pairs of bright brown eyes smiling up at me.

“Okay, into the car!” I say, smacking their bums as they pass. Off we go.

“Alvin and Ian Ortega,” the receptionist says, her eyes wide. “This…this is them?”

I nod, a hand on the shoulder of each boy. “Yes,” I say. “Is there a problem?”

“No,” she says, shaking her head, surprise clear on her face. “They’re just so…young. You know,” she tears her eyes away from them and looks at me, “most of the contestants on this show are…adults. Doctors. Lawyers. Educated people.”

“It’s not a mistake!” Alvin chimes in. “We qualified!” He slips his printed-out paper onto the desk. Ian gives the receptionist a gap-toothed grin.

paper. “I guess…everything’s in order!” She laughs, “you’re the youngest contestants we’ve ever had! This

receptionist waves a hand at the backstage door and the boys scamper off towards it. As I begin to follow, she stops me with a light hand on

every day.” I catch up with my boys at the

but overall you must remember to have fun, and be polite.” I narrow my eyes at Ian in particular. “No funny

Alvin says, smiling

wish dad were here,” Ian says, looking at me a

he’s out there doing big, big work, and helping people. He loves you,” I say, hoping, deep down, that it’s not a lie. “He just needs to be somewhere else. But he’s out there,

push the boys forward and watch them run away to be prepared in hair in makeup, or whatever they do. I shrug

in my lap, my legs bouncing with anticipation. I try to keep my face smooth so that if the boys

stand on stage behind a podium. Their answer appears in text

and the crowd goes wild, me included. I am on my feet clapping for

Alvin Ortega – you have the chance to be champions of Quizzzzz Nation! We’ll be back, after this commercial

red light above the stage goes off and assistants rush around, blotting the host’s face with makeup, moving Alvin and Ian to a new set of podiums where they will face the

Stagehands scatter and I take my

to get to know our newest contestants. Alvin and Ian,” the announcer says, leaning casually against their podium. “You are our youngest contestants

mom is real smart,” says Ian, and the crowd

announcer smiles back at them, charmed. “And what will you do, if you win Quiz

a breath of air and paste a smile on my face. What

is real busy, but we

you already,” the announcer says, a little stiffly, and then moves on

as the twins fend off question