Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 16 – Bedtime Story

“Ohhhh no you don’t,” I say, laughing anxiously. I start to stand up but Alvin lunges for me and grabs my hand.

“Come on, mama, we want to hear the story!” Alvin looks up at me with big brown eyes, hard to resist.

“Yes, mama! We want to hear daddy’s side!” Ian stays curled up next to his father, clinging to his arm.

“Yeah, come on, mama” Victor says, smirking at me, his voice low and mocking. “What are you afraid of? That I’ll tell them the truth?”

I know I’m rising to his bait, but I sit back down on the bed. “Fine. But I get mediation privileges. I demand the right to correct you when you lie.”

Victor nods graciously and the boys cheer.

“Closer, mama!” Alvin tugs on my arm, pulling me to the top of the bed with the rest of them. I curl up on Alvin’s far side, careful to stay as close to the edge as I can without falling off.

I start the story. “Mommy and daddy met at a party,” I say, beginning to stroke Alvin’s hair as I always do at bedtime. I pause, wondering how to phrase Mommy had just put on her sluttiest dress, bent on revenge…

“There were lots of people at the party,” Victor’s voice interrupts me. I look up to see him watching me, smirking, “and they were bothering your mom.”

I nod and smile a bit, keeping his eye contact, thanking him, silently, for skipping over the parts the boys don’t need to know.

“Yes, so many people bothering me,” I say to the boys, lying easily, “and as soon as daddy saw them pestering me, he drove them away – whoosh!” I make a flying motion with my hands, and the boys laugh.

“It wasn’t quite like that,” Victor says, his voice low, resonant. I raise my eyebrow, surprised to hear his edits. “In fact,” he says, “your mother was very very tricky, like a little fox.” I can see him work to repress a smile. “She was pretending to be very pitiful and helpless, and letting all the people pester her, just so I would save her.”

The boys gasp, and so do I.

“Mommy, so tricky!” Ian laughs. I can tell he is impressed. Alvin also looks at me fondly, his eyes bright.

knew she was faking.” Victor says, quite the hero. “After all, a damsel in distress is… a damsel in distress. How could I

I say slowly, willing to play Victor’s game. The boys heads turn to me, eager. “You see,

Victor smirks at the twist.

have found a reason to come and help me, because he was swept off his feet.” I make another woosh-ing motion with my hand, and allow it to land softly on Alvin’s belly, tickling him so

she stumbled, deliberately, so that daddy had to catch her and hold her up. And when

yawns Ian, enthralled but

just had to ask!” We all laugh at that, and I’m surprised, again, at this new side of

“Daddy stepped on my toes so that I would fall in the first place, he wanted me to fall into his

the contrary,” he said, “mommy was on a mission

close we’re edging on the

knew that daddy had

asked for

bit of shame, first because I let him bait

whispers

and am pleased to see that their heads

I say, pulling the blanket higher over Alvin’s shoulder. “I’m

he says, and I note that he doesn’t apologize in turn. Always the Alpha. I

boys. As he does, Alvin lets out a little cry and clutches at Victor’s shirt. We both freeze and Alvin loosens his hand, still

stay,” I whisper, “at least until they’re fully asleep. It won’t take long.” I then move to shift myself off the bed and Ian half opens an eye, letting

fall into a deeper sleep,” he says in response. “They

his, as Victor pushes a button on a remote and the room fades to darkness. I feel Alvin breathing slowly beside me and wait patiently for

Victor push the button on the remote again? That’s stupid – the boys will never be able to sleep

brilliant, beautiful dawn pouring through Victor’s floor-to-ceiling windows. I blink and look around further, my eyes

no. Oh god. What

my little boy, but the broad, muscled chest of an Alpha. I jump, trying to get myself out of this embarrassing situation, but find that his right arm is wrapped