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.

largely what I wish to work through with you,

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

lot of problems for me, but I confronted her about

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

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

fingers and hesitate. I need to be careful here, but I also need to know. “I find myself…struggling to comprehend. I understand that you’re avoiding details

sighs. “But most significantly, my relationship with my

at this, dread filling my body and bones. “Are they safe?” My voice comes out in almost

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

I say, a little surprised. I search my soul for a reaction and find that I 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 from

I continue, “that moving up the date is not as much of an issue for you, though, as

preparation. That’s not the issue. The problem is that my fiancé went

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. She must

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

him that it is

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

voice full of disbelief, my eyes

that I’m a therapist in this situation. I

was…more 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 future children as my heirs. Not

Amelia, what a b***h, pretending to be my friend all

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

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

– that

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 what she says about wanting to defend her future

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

“What do you mean?”