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.

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

an uninvolved therapist. “I’m very sorry to hear that. Can you tell

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 did was the right

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

the word vehemently, with finality. “No, with her plan, I lose everything that I’ve

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

of them,” Victor sighs. “But most significantly,

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

my fear. “They are perfectly fine. The ultimate result, the solution to her meddling, is that I’m

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

the date is not as much of an issue for

much planning and preparation. That’s not the issue. The problem is that my fiancé went behind my

say, “considering everything you’ve

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

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

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

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

course, that I’m a therapist in this situation. I change tactics. “That is a very significant betrayal,” I say more evenly. “How did you

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

be my friend all this time – fireside sisters my ass.

instead leading totally normal lives. As Victor’s heirs they will be destined to

that it’s not the right plan. My boys love their father, and he has promised them that he will acknowledge them. To break that promise – for

– that

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 is true…I

I say, my heart steely. “That this is merely

“What do you mean?”