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

an uninvolved therapist. “I’m very

back and contacted someone 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

“was she

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

“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,

“But most significantly,

a physical drop in my stomach at this, dread filling my body and bones. “Are they safe?” My voice comes

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

ago that Victor would claim Alvin and Ian as his sons and heirs – who cares if

the date is not as much of an

the issue. The problem is that my fiancé went behind my back to speak

was Amelia thinking? “That’s shocking,” I say, “considering everything you’ve told me so far about your partner. She

unwillingness to cede control

contend this – remind him that it is their

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 my

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

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

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

b***h, pretending to be my friend all this time – fireside

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 freedom

the appeal in this, I also know that it’s not the right plan. My boys love their father, and he has promised them that he will acknowledge

I continue, “from what 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.

I can’t decide,” 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 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 children’s rights

say, my heart steely. “That this is

“What do you mean?”