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.

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

my voice even and professional, like an uninvolved therapist. “I’m very sorry to hear that. Can you tell

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 did

devil’s advocate,” I say, “was she

says the word vehemently, with finality. “No, with her plan,

need to know. “I find myself…struggling to comprehend. I understand

sighs. “But most significantly, my relationship with my

physical drop in my stomach at this, dread filling my body and bones. “Are

meddling, is that I’m going to have to move up the event of my sons’ claiming, marking them as my

that I am fine with this. We agreed long ago that Victor

moving up the date is not as much of an issue for you,

The problem is

a hand to my mouth. That is very, very bad. What was Amelia 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

him that it is their life – but he

says. “I know what you’re going to say – that she has equal right to plan our lives. But in this situation, she has crossed a line. It’s

of disbelief, my eyes wide

his throat and I remember, of course, that I’m a therapist in this situation. I change tactics. “That

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

what a b***h, pretending to be my

of me is fine with the idea of the boys not being the sons of such an important Alpha 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 they were not acknowledged, they’d have fewer privileges,

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 them. To break that promise – for Amelia’s sake – would be a great betrayal to my boys. If Victor goes

what you’ve said already about moving up the ceremony, that you disagree with your fiancé – that you plan

wonder if he has slammed his fist against something. That would be very Victor. “She has betrayed me

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

“What do you mean?”