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.

which is largely what I wish to

to keep my voice even and professional, like an uninvolved therapist.

my plans, in jeopardy. It’s caused a lot of problems for me, but I confronted her about it and she didn’t even seem contrite. She tried to persuade

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

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

know. “I find myself…struggling to comprehend. I understand that you’re avoiding details for the sake of anonymity, but can you tell me more? Does your fiancé’s plan affect

“But most significantly, my relationship with

filling my body and bones. “Are they safe?” My

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 them as

that Victor would claim Alvin and Ian as his sons and heirs – who cares if it happens tomorrow or months from now, as long as they are

date is not as much of

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

say, “considering everything you’ve told me so far about your

unwillingness to cede control to the vision that I have for our

contend this – remind him

to say – that she has equal right to plan our lives. But in this situation, she has crossed a line. It’s not merely

I say, my voice full of disbelief, my eyes wide with shock.

that I’m a therapist in this situation. I change tactics. “That is a

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 future children as my heirs. Not my current

narrow my eyes. Amelia, what a b***h, pretending to be my friend

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 acknowledged, they’d have fewer privileges, but also more

the right plan. My boys love their father, and he has promised them that he will acknowledge them. To break that promise – for Amelia’s sake – would be a great betrayal to my boys. If Victor goes through with it, I’ll never speak to him

said already about moving up the ceremony, that you disagree with your fiancé – that you plan to acknowledge the boys.

Victor says. I hear a thump on 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 kind

say, my heart

“What do you mean?”