Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 5 – Find their Dad

There’s a pop and confetti fills the air. “Ladies and gentlemen!” the announcer shouts, “for the first time ever, we have a tie for the win of Quiz Nation!” The twins jump in the air, shouting amongst the noise, while the two contestant podiums display the same final answer written across their fronts.

The announcer presses his finger to his ear, listening to his tiny earphone. “I am told,” he says, “that according to the Quiz Nation handbook, that we are obliged,” he pauses, letting the crowd cool down to listen, “to award the Quiz Nation title to the returning champion!”

Half of the crowd cheers while the other half boos, clearly rooting for Alvin and Ian. I boo along with them, disappointed for my boys.

“The rules state that in the rare case of a tie, the team with the smaller number of players wins! As Alvin and Ian are a pair, and Jim played individually, he is our winner! All of this knowledge coming from one brain instead of two is just a more impressive feat.” The boys’ faces fall in disappointment.

“But we worked so hard!” Ian shouts. “And we’re so young -”

“But that’s not all!” he announcer says, interrupting him. “In recognition of their great accomplishment, today Alvin and Ian Ortega are being awarded the rare People’s Choice award, to honor them for winning our hearts! Congratulations, boys!”

I laugh as the boys begin to jump and cheer again, their sadness easily wiped away. I guess any trophy is just as good to them.

As the boys rush forward to wave to the audience, I slip out of the room, hoping to get a bathroom break before I meet the boys backstage. All that coffee was a mistake.

On stage, Alvin and Ian shake hands with the winner and come forward to receive their prize. A tall man comes forward from the left stage wing, carrying two trophies. He hands one to the victor, shaking his hand, and moves forward to chat with the host.

him?” says Ian. “He’s so tall. He

us,” Alvin corrects, staring at the man with the trophy with wide eyes. “Wow. I wish he was our

finishes his conversation and turns towards the boys, ready to present them with their prize. When he sees them, though, he stops dead, the blood draining from his face. He hunches his shoulders instinctually, a predator, and comes towards the

whiff of them, he gasps and the trophy slips from his fingers to the ground, breaking into three pieces. The man stumbles back, staring at them, and then turns, storming towards the wing. The boys watch him go, not even caring about their lost prize. In their

stage, mind-linking to his Beta, demanding that

his children – there was no denying it.

hair and grits his teeth. Where did they come from?!

Victor spits out, the Beta

sir.” The Beta is gone in

each of his legs, their arms wrapped around him like tiny koala bears. One boy even slips

one says, beaming up at him. “We’ve waited our

other, smiling up at him

shining with joy. “Because we worked

our prize!” Says the other, burying his face in the side of Victor’s suit jacket and sniffing deeply,

freezes, not knowing – for the first time in his life – precisely what to do next. But then, he feels a warmth in his stomach,