Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 9 – Ask for Suggestions

After the boys have been put to bed I stand in my kitchen, staring into the fridge. Milk, cheese…I’m not hungry, or thirsty. I just…have no idea what to do.
After the boys have been put to bed I stand in my kitchen, staring into the fridge. Milk, cheese…I’m not hungry, or thirsty. I just…have no idea what to do.

I sigh and shut the door slowly, careful not to make a sound. Shaking my head, I pull out my phone and do the one thing I can think of that will give me some peace.

Me: Are you up? I send the text.

D: I wasn’t, until my phone buzzed on the nightstand. Thanks a lot, babe. What’s up?

Me: Up for a drink? I can meet you at O’Leary’s.

D: At this hour???

M: Please.

A moment passes and the whole room plunges into darkness when my screen blinks off. Then:

D: Sure, anything for you. See you in 10 mins.

“Thank you so much, Mrs. Jennings,” I whisper as I slip out the door, pulling on my second boot. “I promise they will be no trouble – they won’t even wake up!” I ramble, backing down the path.

Mrs. Jennings merely purses her lips and shuts the door. She doesn’t like me – doesn’t approve of single moms – but she loves my boys. Plus, I shovel her walk in the winter. She owes me.

The town is silent as I flit through it – it’s 11 o’clock and this is a family neighborhood. As I push the door open to O’Leary’s – it’s just a dive, ripped up leather chairs and wooden tables – I heave a sigh of relief. The old, familiar smell of cheap whiskey and stale cigarettes calms me.

“Well well,” I hear someone drawl from the bar to my right. “Look who decided to turn up.”

My face lights up with a smile. “I had to get a sitter,” I say, shrugging casually and pretending to play it coy. “Don’t tell me you’ve been waiting long.”

“Baby, I’ve been waiting for you my whole life.”

We both pause, and then burst into laughter. I practically run to the bar and throw myself into Delia’s arms, burying my face in her wealth of curly red hair. Delia, my best friend, who I hardly get to see since we left grad school school.

“What’s wrong?” Delia asks, holding me at arm’s length and brushing back my hair. “You look pale, sick.” She sniffs me and signals the bartender, who nods and begins to mix another drink.

“It’s been…a day…” I say, pulling myself up onto the stool next to her. She waits patiently for me to explain as the bartender puts my drink in front of me. Chilled southern comfort, with lime.

I smile at him and he nods, walking away. Cliff and I have known each other for years too. Our friendship is like a good man, strong and silent.

I turn my attention back to Delia. “Do you remember…what I told you about the twin’s dad?” I speak slowly, carefully.

“Ohhh no,” she says, laughing a little. “So this skeleton has finally come out of the closet to haunt you?”

“Haunt me,” I huff, taking a sip of my drink. “More like chase me around with a baseball bat.”

Delia grins, eager for more. “Come on, babes. Spill. Do I finally get to hear his mysterious identity?” I can tell she’s excited to hear some good gossip.

“Well, the boys competed in a quiz competition today. They won, of course,” I say. Delia nods briefly, proud but unsurprised.
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luck is that? I came back from the bathroom at the end of the show to see him standing on stage with them, dropping their trophy to the ground in shock

cover my face with my hand, reliving that horrible moment when my life fell

says, eyes wide. “What did

into a conference room” I wave my drink, indicating a world’s worth of drama not worth recounting. “And he basically told me he’s taking them, that he wants custody, and

hand over her mouth. “Oh my

“He’s one of the most powerful Alphas in the world, D,” I say. “He’s got paternity rights on his side, and he’s

by the seriousness of her voice I know she’ll help

me, Delia. It was different when he

silence for a few minutes, me struggling not to

boys,” she eventually

up at her,

to them? Did he act like they were…bastards?”

thanking Cliff for my refill with a nod. “But with them, he was…fair.

in her fingers. Her

D. Out with it,”

extending the word. “What if you…let

him take my

no,” she puts a hand out to me. “What I mean is, instead of making it a hard no, why don’t you…let him have some space in their lives? If he’s willing to acknowledge them as his sons, then opening that door could give you a little room to negotiate. Keep things on your

thinking it through. When

of those two little

“I – !”