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.

I knew she was faking.” Victor says, quite the hero.

Victor’s game. The boys heads turn to me, eager. “You see, mommy didn’t

and Victor smirks at the twist. I can see him thinking up his

swept off his feet.” I make another woosh-ing

Victor counters. “The reality is, she stumbled, deliberately, so that daddy had to catch her and hold her up. And when I did“ he pauses for effect, “do

yawns Ian,

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

and putting on a serious tone. “Daddy stepped on my toes so that I would fall in the first place, he wanted me to fall into his arms, so he could ask me

was on a mission to catch daddy, to make him all

by how close we’re edging on the truth here. “Daddy didn’t try very hard to escape. It didn’t

voice drops low here, reacting to my jab. “Mommy knew that daddy had

for a

of shame, first

Victor whispers after a few moments

am pleased to see that their heads have

“I’m sorry, Victor,” I say. “We shouldn’t fight about the

and I note that he doesn’t apologize in

from between the boys. As he does, Alvin lets out a little cry and clutches at Victor’s shirt. We

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

a button on a remote and the room fades to darkness. I feel Alvin breathing slowly beside me and

the remote again? That’s stupid – the boys will never be able to sleep with all this bright orange light

artificial light – that’s brilliant, beautiful dawn pouring through Victor’s floor-to-ceiling windows. I blink and look around

god. What the

I jump, trying