Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 51 – Closet Conversations

As I tuck the boys into their beds, the television in their room set to stream a Disney Channel show for the next couple of hours, I hear the phone in my closet ring.

“Do you have another secret call, Mama?” Ian asks, his eyes fastened to the screen as he asks.

“What?”

“Your secret phone,” Alvin says, absently tossing popcorn into his mouth as he watches the bright colors, “the one in your closet.”

“How…” The boys, sensing a problem, both look at me at once. I sigh. Genius twins, Evelyn, remember? I don’t know why I thought I could keep anything from them.

The phone continues to ring.

“I have to go take that call, boys, but it’s for work. I want you to keep away from the secret phone, okay? It’s secret for a reason. It’s our secret. So don’t tell anyone, not even Edgar or Daddy or Amelia.”

I tried to hide “daddy” between two other innocuous persons – Edgar and Amelia wouldn’t care.

Ian gives me a thumbs up and Alvin gives me a conspiratorial smile. The boys love a secret. Problem solved for now, I pull their door closed behind me and hurry into my room and then my closet.

“Hello?” I say, answering the phone a little breathless.

“Did we not have a call scheduled.” It’s a question, technically, but Victor doesn’t present it as such. He knows we did.

“Yes, I’m sorry,” I say, settling into my closet’s corner. I even added a little pillow back here, for greater comfort. “My children needed a little…unexpected attention. I apologize.”

“That’s fine,” he says. “I understand.”

“Wonderful. So, how are things going for you lately?”

“Things are…complicated,” Victor grinds out. My heart sinks a little bit in my chest. What? I thought things were going well after the camping trip. At least on my end, everything is pretty smooth.

“What happened?” I ask.

in terms of my relationship, which is largely what I wish to work

to keep my voice even and professional, like an uninvolved therapist. “I’m very sorry to

my plans, in jeopardy. It’s caused a lot of problems for me, but I confronted her about it and she

terms of devil’s advocate,” I say, “was she right? Was her plan the

Victor says the word vehemently, with finality. “No, with her plan, I lose everything that I’ve worked

to comprehend. I understand that you’re

“But most significantly, my

at this, dread filling my body and bones.

says bruskly and I feel a slight lessening of my fear. “They are perfectly fine. The ultimate result, the solution to her meddling, is that I’m going to have to move up the event of my sons’ claiming, marking

am fine with this. We agreed long ago that Victor would claim Alvin and Ian as his sons and heirs – who cares if it happens tomorrow or months

not as much of an issue for you, though,

event didn’t take so much planning and preparation. That’s not the issue. The problem is that my fiancé went behind my back to speak

everything you’ve told me so

certainly, but also, a certain unwillingness to cede control to the vision that I have for

this – remind him that it is their life –

he says. “I know what you’re going to say – that she has equal right to plan our lives. But in this situation, she has crossed a line. It’s not merely that she’s asking to change or delay our plans for a family

voice full of disbelief, my eyes wide with shock. “What did she

a therapist in this situation. I change

physical, than I would have liked it to be. But she maintained that she was correct – that the best plan of action is for the boys to leave our lives, to remain unacknowledged by me – for me to support them and be a less-signficant part of their lives, but to privilege our own

my eyes. Amelia, what a b***h, pretending to be my friend all this time – fireside sisters my

boys not being the sons of such an important Alpha and instead leading totally normal lives. As Victor’s heirs they will be destined to take up

will acknowledge them. To break that promise – for Amelia’s sake – would

that you disagree with your fiancé – that you plan to acknowledge the

other side of the line and wonder if he has slammed his fist against something. That would be very Victor. “She has betrayed me – the

possible,” I say, my heart steely.

“What do you mean?”