Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 30 – Rollercoaster

“Come on, boys,” Victor says, walking unannounced into my kitchen the next day. Note to self, I think, narrowing my eyes. Get a deadbolt for the back door. “We’re taking the day off!”

Alvin and Ian throw their hands in the air, shouting with joy and excitement.

“No,” I say, my voice low. “Today is a school day. We have to go to school.”

The boys collectively moan, looking at me with pleading eyes. I glare at Victor, shaking my head, warning him not to push it. He looks at me, smirking, willing to play with fire.

“Nah, let’s skip it,” he says, and the boys cheer again. “Besides, you’ll be going to a new school soon – a better school. You can skip this one for just a little bit.”

The boys are almost hysterical now with excitement, jumping from their chairs and running to their dad. I cross my arms and shrug, admitting internally that I’ve lost this one, planning my next move.

“Fine,” I say, “where are we going.”

“We,” Victor says pointedly, placing one had on each boy’s shoulder and pulling them to him, “are going to Rollercoaster Kingdom!” The boys begin to yell, jumping up and down, not knowing what to do with their excitement.

“Great, I can’t wait,” I say, smiling, my arms still crossed, refusing to be excluded. “Let’s get ready!”

“Actually, Evelyn -” Victor says, but I interrupt him.

“Who wants to see mommy ride the BIGGEST coaster!” I shout, and Alvin and Ian join in on a chorus of “me me me!” I smirk at Victor, knowing I’ve won this round.

“Let me get my bag, then we’ll go,” I say calmly. “Should we pack a lunch?”

“I don’t know, Papa,” Alvin says, his little courage failing him as he stares up at The Grave Digger, the tallest coaster in North America.

“Ah, it’s not so bad,” Victor says, kneeling down next to him.

“Yeah, it’s safe!” Says Ian, tugging on Alvin’s shirt. “They wouldn’t let you go on it if it’s not safe!”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, Alvin,” I chime in. “Don’t let them peer pressure you.”

“Are you doing it, mama?” Alvin asks, his voice wavering.

I laugh a little. “No, while you do that, mommy is going to have some ice cream and sit on a bench, soaking up the sun,” I say, spreading my arms demonstratively and smiling up at the sky.

mama won’t go,” Alvin says, his hesitance

she was going to go on the tallest coaster,” Victor says, smiling cruelly at me. “That’s the whole reason we let

says, gasping. “You did

wouldn’t lie,” Victor says, trapping me. I glare at

I don’t want to leave Alvin here all alone,” I

up to take my hand. I sigh, giving his

say. “I’m in.

– the big bad Alpha – yelling like he’s about to meet his maker. The boys are laughing and screaming, and even though I

my knees shaking. The boys point at

arm around my shoulders. “Let’s get you that ice

laugh and Alvin tugs on my shirt. “Mama, that was fun.

smiling down at him. “I’m glad we did it – it’s good to

as we arrive at the ice cream booth and

I say, throwing my arms out and spinning

says, handing me

the swings side-by-side. As the ride turns, everyone slowly rises in the air and spins around, the inertia pulling the long chains of their swings taut so that they float gently in

throwing her head back and putting her arms out to the side, like a bird feeling the wind under its feathers. When the ride slows and stops the boys laugh,

floating!” Alvin pumps his hands in the air. “Let’s

something else!” Ian

Evelyn, helping her out of her seat once she has un-buckled. He raises an eyebrow, deferring the choice to her. She

nods. “Lead the way, captains,” he cheers, and the boys take off

show her that didn’t care where it went.

and prioritize the moment. But as Victor tries to puzzle it out, he realizes, suddenly, that he doesn’t care. He watches Evelyn laugh, lifting her boys onto horses on the carousel and realizes that it doesn’t matter. That what

time in a very long time, Victor feels nothing but

decided not to question it and

boys started to flag, clearly worn out by too many hot dogs and

herself, “we’re going to start eating healthy. No more cake. Just vegetables

says, flatly,

cake.” Ian

kneeling next to a trash can, snapping pictures. Victor springs into action, immediately closing the distance between them and grabbing