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 through with

professional, like an uninvolved therapist. “I’m very sorry to hear that. Can you tell

me, but I confronted her about it and she didn’t even seem contrite. She tried to persuade me that what she did was the

advocate,” I say, “was she

finality. “No, with her

also need to know. “I find myself…struggling to comprehend. I understand

“But most

this, dread filling my body and

The ultimate result, the solution to her meddling, is that I’m going to have

I am fine with this. We agreed long ago that Victor would claim Alvin and Ian as his sons and heirs

up the date is not as much of an issue

take so much planning and preparation. That’s not the issue. The problem is that my fiancé went behind my

say, “considering everything you’ve told me so far about your partner. She must have had strong feelings, in order to circumvent

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

contend this – remind him that it is their life –

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 – it’s that she took actions to have my boys taken out of

I say, my voice full of disbelief, my eyes wide

I’m a therapist in this situation. I change tactics. “That is a very significant betrayal,” I say more evenly. “How did

action is for the boys to leave our lives, to remain unacknowledged by me – for me to

b***h, pretending to be my friend all this time – fireside sisters

the idea of the 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 his track in life. Not a bad path, but certainly a

has promised them that he will acknowledge them. To break that promise – for Amelia’s

continue, “from what you’ve said already about moving up the ceremony, that you disagree with your fiancé – that you plan to acknowledge the boys. So that’s that settled. But what do you plan to

fist against something. That would be very Victor. “She has betrayed me – the kind of action that I would accept from no one. But she is my mate, and if

also possible,” I say, my heart steely. “That this is

“What do you mean?”