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.

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

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

know. I count my blessings every day.” I catch up with my boys at the door and wrap each up in a hug, placing a kiss on the top

must remember to have fun, and be polite.”

Alvin says, smiling his

at me a

put on a smile anyway. “We’ve talked about this, boys. Your father is a great man, but he’s very busy – he’s out there doing big, big work, and helping people. He loves you,” I say, hoping, deep

run away to be prepared in hair in makeup, or whatever they

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

Alvin ventures, his voice tremulous. The boys stand on stage behind a podium. Their answer appears in text on the front of the

The announcer shouts enthusiastically, and the crowd goes wild, me included. I am on my

– you have the chance to

host’s face with makeup, moving Alvin and Ian to a new set of podiums where they will

says. Stagehands scatter and I

announcer says, leaning casually against their podium. “You are

says Ian, and the crowd laughs. I blush and

“And what will you do, if

Ian says, and the crowd hushes awkwardly. I huff out a breath of air and paste a smile on my face. What is with the dad

dad is real busy, but we want him to know

says, a little stiffly,

continues, heating up as the twins fend off question