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.

is largely what I wish to work

an uninvolved therapist. “I’m

who puts my family, 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 me that what she

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

“No, with her plan, I lose everything that I’ve worked so hard

chord around my 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 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. “Are they safe?” My voice comes

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

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 now, as long as

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

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 another Alpha, giving him a

say, “considering everything you’ve told me

to

open my mouth to contend this – remind him that it is their

this situation, she has crossed a line. It’s not merely that she’s asking to change or delay our plans

of disbelief, my eyes

in this situation. I change tactics. “That is

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

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

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 freedom to pursue

them that he will acknowledge them. To

your fiancé – that you plan to acknowledge the boys. So that’s that settled. But what do you plan

very Victor. “She has betrayed me – the kind of action that I would accept from

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

“What do you mean?”