Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 58 – Media Frenzy

“Ian,” I call, wrapped in my favorite knitted white blanket on Victor’s couch, “come on baby, back away from the TV. You’re going to burn your eyeballs out, standing that close.”

Ian is standing with his nose inches away from the tv, his hands pressed against the screen. He barely blinks and I think, fleetingly, of Poltergeist.

“I can’t, mama,” he says. “It’s me, I’m on the TV!”

Alvin claps his hands and jumps up and down behind Ian. “Look! It’s me! There we are again!”

The media really have their hooks in this story – they’ve been cycling pictures of Victor and the claiming ceremony over and over again. Unfortunately, the event had precisely the kind of backlash that Victor hoped to avoid. Rampant speculation about the boys, Victor and Amelia’s relationship and, unfortunately, the mother.

That’s why I’m here, curled up on Victor’s couch, begrudgingly in the same room as Amelia. Victor called us all here, wanting to keep everyone in the house and on lockdown until the story fades. It’s true – there are paparazzi all over the street outside our houses; one of the Betas even found someone sneaking in the yard.

It’s all so ridiculous. But the boys, at least, at thrilled.

Victor enters the living room, handing Amelia a cup of tea. “Any change in the spin, the angle?” he asks, crossing his arms. He’s dressed down today, for once – no suit, just a finely knit sweater and slacks. But even in those, he looks stiff and formal. I smirk, looking at him. Does Victor ever relax?

“No,” Amelia responds. “Same old, same old. Just a lot of rampant speculation.”

“Good,” Victor says, watching the screen as raptly as the boys. “If it stays like this – just summarizing the event – it will blow over.”

Just after Victor says this, though, my phone dings. I pick it up.

Delia: Check out CelebGoss. You’re headline news, babe.

“Shoot,” I say, looking up at Victor and Amelia. “Can you change the channel? Delia texted me, she told me to put on CelebGoss.” So far, we’ve been sticking to Victor’s preferred news stations which lean towards national news and hard-hitting journalism.

He picks up the remote and flicks the channel. Immediately, we’re greeted with a blurry picture of my face from yesterday’s event.

event has reported that this woman was identified

his arms. “It’s only a matter of time

Now you’re on tv!” Alvin laughs and

you sure it’s me, Alvin? It’s

tracing my form on the television screen

exasperated. “Don’t touch the screen with your fingers. You’re going to get it

think, smirking and saying nothing. Maybe I should get him a jelly

exhausted by it all. The fact is that my father already knows where I am and the boys exist, so there’s no one else I’m really trying to keep it

back and try to ride the

the boys fall away from the tv, returning to

Amelia asks, looking up at him from her spot on

passively at the tv. “Well, ideally, we would have already been married, to bring some stability to this situation. It doesn’t look good to be what the press is now calling a

the show abruptly returns, the words News Flash splashed across the

now receiving new information,” the same reporter says, her face now bright and

confirming that this is indeed Evelyn Ortega, a psychologist and single mother who

voice, “there is evidence that

say, rolling my eyes and pulling my blanket

the old, horrible images onto the screen from that night six years ago. Of course, they’ve picked one of the more scandalous photos that a paparazzi took of Victor and I through his suite’s window while

forced to cut out the more scandalous parts of the image and blur out anything that they couldn’t cut. But still, from my hands pressed against the window and

at her cup of tea. I know

Alvin says, running forward to the tv

was this?” Ian asks, joining his brother. “Are

sitting up and waving them over to me. “Victor, can

says Amelia, glaring at me.