Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

Chapter 79

#Chapter 79 – Demands

My boys save me from this awkward moment, thank god, by bounding into the room.

“Mommy!” Ian shouts, flinging himself onto the couch and crawling up onto my lap.

“Hi papa!” Alvin says, waving at his dad as he rounds the coffee table and crawls up behind me, wrapping his arm around my neck and giving me a sweet kiss on the check.

“Good morning, boys,” I say softly, smiling at them but keeping one eye on the powder keg that is Victor and Amelia. I wrack my brain quickly – did anything? – no. I shake my head, confirming to myself the innocence of the night.

We were just friends, staying up late, having some drinks. Talking. It’s normal, after a very stressful encounter.

Lies, my mind hisses, but I swipe the thought away. Luckily, I have two little six-year-old distractions to help me.

“We were worried about you, mama,” Alvin says, “when you weren’t in the bedroom when we left.”

“Yeah, we promised dad we would protect you while you slept!” Ian says, looking at me sternly. “We can’t do our job if you escape.”

“I’ve had enough of being kept in rooms by big tough guys for awhile, I think,” I say, ruffling his hair. “But thank you, baby, for protecting me.”

As I talk to the boys, I see Amelia growling at Victor, pulling him into the kitchen. She’s clearly enraged, and I can’t say that I blame her, considering what she came downstairs to. But Victor is holding his own, glaring at her with his arms crossed, not giving way.

The boys join me in peeking over the couch at the two of them.

“Are Amelia and daddy in a fight?” Alvin whispers.

“Yes,” I say, “Amelia is mad.”

“Why is she mad?” Alvin pushes, standing up to get a better view. I pull him down by the back of his shirt and give him a look.

“Don’t break our cover, Alvin,” I mutter. “You have to be stealthy if you’re going to spy.”

“I’m glad they’re in a fight,” Ian whispers, frowning at Amelia. “I hate her.”

“Ian,” I say, disapproving, but then I stop myself. I know that I’m not being the best mother or the kindest woman in this moment – and, yes, I did wake up basically in her fiancé’s lap – but I’m certainly not going to tell my son to deny his very justified dislike of this woman.

Amelia is a snake. I know it in my bones. I’m not going to go out of my way to encourage my boys to hate her, but if they get there on their own? So be it.

continue to argue. My

Victor,” Amelia growls. “She is toxic to our relationship. Your sons are one thing, but it makes no sense for her to be sleeping in

not sending her away. Since she’s come into our life her own has been in upheaval

is, I think, smirking, glad Victor is on my

grandsons,” Victor continues, “then none of this would have happened, and she wouldn’t

arms again, sneering up at him. “And is my calling John Walsh also the reason why you’re waking up

was an innocent mistake, Amelia,” he says, anger growing at her accusations. “We were up late talking, coming to terms with

doorbell rings. “That will be the tailor,” she throws at him. “Come to do the final fittings of your suit. Or did you forget? That we’re getting married in a week

and stalks off to

could I forget,” Victor murmurs, banging a fist on the counter. He sighs and moves off to the coffee machine, needing the caffeine after our late

over the couch, watching his every

okay, mama?” Ian

couch, facing into the living room. I pull Alvin gently down with me

resting my feet on Ian’s

you okay?” Alvin asks, squishing my cheeks between

one before I let him

say you are fine,” Ian says, suspiciously. He pauses a minute, and then asks. “Mama, what happened two days ago? Why did you stay at grandpapa’s

came back?”

looking between them. I guess part of me was hoping that they would be six-year-old boys, in this case, and not

I say. “You deserve a better explanation than you’ve gotten. I’ll tell

thoughts and deciding where to start, wishing – desperately – for a cup of coffee to help

of coffee floating,

holding the mug directly in front of my face. “Thought you’d need this,” he says with a smirk. “To help you

spying on you,” Ian says,

now we’re getting the dirt.” Alvin

and then holding my eyes for a moment, asking, without words, if

got it. He nods again and walks away,

your life, and I think you should know

“Yes,” Ian

nod too and repress my

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