Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#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.

and Victor continue to argue. My boys and I continue to

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

rumbles. “I’m not sending her away. Since she’s come into our life her own has been in

is, I think, smirking, glad

about his grandsons,” Victor continues, “then none of this would have happened, and

sneering up at him. “And is my calling John Walsh also the reason why you’re waking up on the couch together, wrapped up like two

says, anger growing at her accusations. “We were up late talking, coming to

at him. “Come to

that, she spins and stalks off to

banging a fist on the counter. He sighs and moves off to the coffee machine, needing

continue peeking over

okay, mama?” Ian

and sink back onto the couch, facing into the living room. I pull Alvin gently down with me and give Ian a little kick so that he, too, leaves Victor and Amelia alone

and resting my feet on Ian’s lap. “Don’t worry about him

squishing

pull his hands away, kissing one before I let him take them back. “Yes, baby,

then asks. “Mama, what happened two days ago? Why did you stay at grandpapa’s and grandmama’s if you didn’t want to be there? Why did daddy have to get dressed

all bloody when you came back?” Alvin asks, seamlessly taking up the

silent a moment, looking between them. I guess part of me was hoping that they would be six-year-old boys, in this case, and not the Alpha’s

explanation than you’ve gotten. I’ll

a cup of coffee

a mug of coffee

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

you,” Ian says, looking seriously

we’re getting

to it,” Victor says, nodding at them and then holding

press my lips together and shake my head, letting him know that I’ve got it. He nods again and walks away, presumably

a long sip of my coffee and then start. “Boys, there’s been another change in your life, and I think you should know about it. Do you know how

boys nod. “Yes,” Ian said. “We had

my smile,