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.

relationship, which is largely what I wish to work through with you, I discovered that my partner

like an uninvolved therapist. “I’m very sorry

It’s caused a lot of problems for me, but I confronted her

I say, “was she right? Was her

“No, with her plan,

find myself…struggling to comprehend. I understand that

them,” Victor sighs. “But most significantly, my relationship

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

course,” he says bruskly 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 of my pack

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 now, as long as they are

not as much

he says. “I’d claim the boys tomorrow if the event didn’t take so much planning and preparation. That’s not the issue. The problem is

I say, “considering everything you’ve told me so far about your partner. She must have had strong feelings, in order to

a certain unwillingness to cede control to the vision that I

mouth to contend this – remind him that it

that she has equal right to plan our lives. But in this situation, she has crossed a line. It’s

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

course, that I’m a therapist in this situation. 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.

narrow my eyes. Amelia, what a b***h, pretending to be my friend all this time – fireside sisters

and instead leading totally normal lives. As Victor’s heirs they will be destined to take up his track in life. Not a bad

and he has promised them that he will acknowledge them. To break that promise – for Amelia’s sake – would be a great

continue, “from what you’ve said already about moving up the ceremony, that you disagree with your fiancé – that you plan to acknowledge

wonder if he has slammed his fist against something. That would be very Victor. “She has betrayed me – the kind of action that

possible,” I say, my heart steely.

“What do you mean?”