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.

my relationship, which is largely what I wish to work through with

keep my voice even and professional, like an uninvolved

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

devil’s advocate,” I say, “was she right? Was

finality. “No, with her plan, I lose everything that

comprehend. I understand that

them,” Victor sighs. “But most significantly,

physical drop in my stomach at this, dread filling my body and bones. “Are they safe?” My voice

slight lessening of my fear. “They are perfectly fine. The ultimate result, the solution to her meddling, is that I’m

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

date is not

so much planning and preparation. That’s not the issue. The problem is that my fiancé went behind my back to speak with another Alpha, giving him a significant amount of power over

hand to my mouth. That is very, very bad. What was Amelia thinking? “That’s shocking,” I say, “considering everything you’ve told me so far about your partner.

certainly, but also, a certain unwillingness to cede control to the

mouth to contend this – remind him that it is their life – but he interrupts

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 – it’s that she took actions to have

disbelief, my eyes

situation. I change tactics. “That

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,

what a b***h, pretending to be my

is fine with 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 narrow one. If they were not

he will acknowledge

your fiancé – that you plan to

me – the kind of action that I would accept from

heart steely.

“What do you mean?”