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.

go,” Alvin says, his

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

mama!” Ian says, gasping. “You did

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

I don’t want to leave Alvin here

reaching up to take

I say. “I’m in. Let’s

he’s about to meet his maker. The boys are laughing and screaming, and even though I know that Victor only planned this spur-of-the-moment trip to take revenge on me for

get off the roller coaster, I can’t stop laughing, my

bambi,” he says, affectionately throwing an arm around my shoulders. “Let’s get

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

smiling down at him. “I’m glad we did it – it’s good to be brave – but I have to say, it’s

as we arrive at the ice cream booth and Victor gestures for 4

say, throwing my arms out and spinning around. “I like the way

says, handing me

ride turns, everyone slowly rises in the air and spins around, the inertia pulling the long chains of

bird feeling the wind under its feathers. When the ride slows

his hands in the air. “Let’s

something else!” Ian

He raises an eyebrow, deferring the choice to her. She laughs and shrugs.

and

true, wanted to blow a bunch of money to show her that didn’t

rage 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 does matter is this moment, this

time in a very

without much thought, Victor decided not to question it and

started to flag, clearly worn out by too many hot dogs and rides that flipped them

get home,” Evelyn says, yawning herself, “we’re going to start eating

flatly,

cake.” Ian

spots someone kneeling next to a trash