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.

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

uninvolved therapist. “I’m very sorry to

but I confronted her about it and she didn’t even seem contrite. She tried to persuade

“was

her plan, I lose everything that I’ve worked so hard

I also need to 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 your work,

sighs. “But most significantly, my

stomach at this, dread filling my body and bones.

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 them as my heirs and as part

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 –

the date is not as

the boys tomorrow if the 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 with

thinking? “That’s shocking,” I say, “considering everything you’ve told me

he growls. “Strong feelings, certainly, but also, a certain unwillingness to cede control to the vision that

to contend this – remind him that it is their life

a line. It’s not merely that she’s asking

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

his throat and I remember, of course, that I’m a therapist in this situation. I change tactics. “That is a very significant betrayal,” I say

have liked it to be. But she maintained that she was correct – that the best plan of action is for the boys to leave

pretending to be my friend all this time – fireside sisters my ass. She’s

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

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

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

me – the kind of action that I would accept from no one. But she is

say, my heart

“What do you mean?”