Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 118 – Late

I spent the rest of the evening in a very quiet panic. Victor could tell, of course, that something was wrong, but I avoided all conversation with him.

If we spoke, even for just one moment, I was afraid I’d blurt it all out. And really, I don’t know anything yet.

I had gotten the boys out of Victor’s house as soon as I could, glancing at the streets and frustrated to see that they were still packed with snow. Grateful that the boys were exhausted, I put them to bed early and spent the rest of the night laying in my bed, staring at the ceiling, counting the hours until daybreak.

Around three in the morning, I heard the plows run through the streets out front.

As soon as five AM hits, I throw myself out of bed. Still in my pajamas, I put on my coat and snow boots and head out the front door, grabbing my car keys on the way.

“Fifteen minutes,” I say, a little breathless, to the surprised Betas outside my front door. “The boys are still asleep!”

They nod, a little baffled, but let me go without troubling me. As I climb into my car, I’m passively grateful to see that someone has dug it out and cleared it off. I send a silent prayer of thanks to the Betas and remind myself to do something nice for them very soon.

The ride to the pharmacy passes in a rush. I don’t let myself think about it and instead force my rushing mind onto other topics, as I did all night long. I make myself think about the boys’ schooling, what we’ll have for dinner tonight, where I’d like to go on vacation this summer, which celebrities I would date if stranded on a desert island.

Anything, anything at all, except what will happen…if…

The pharmacist is surprised to see me pounding on the door fifteen minutes before they open. Seeing my worry, she lets me in and sells me the pregnancy test without word, just a small understanding look. I throw the bag into the passenger seat of my car and almost fly home.

In my bathroom, my hands shake as I unbox the test. I read briefly through the instructions – of course, I remember the essentials, but I want to do it right.

After I take it, I place the test on my sink and turn my back to it, folding my legs underneath myself and sinking down onto my bathmat. I put my head in my hands and slowly, in measured breaths, I count to one hundred and twenty.

Then, I reach up behind me and grab the test.

Two faint lines –

my mouth with my hand, shocked. How could this

had s*x

exactly what

test, my mind

are….they’re not quite

look closer, realizing that the line marked “test” – the one that’s supposed to tell me if I’m pregnant – is barely there, hardly a scratch on

that tells you if the test is working – is broken,

instructions, unfolding the paper and searching through it. There’s a series of images in the “how to red your

read the

looks like this, it is inclusive. Please contact your pharmacy

for a moment –

bursts from me as I hurl the test across the room and tear the paper in

Inconclusive!?

in my hands again, unable to believe my luck

why didn’t I buy two – I’m such an i***t

thoughts I held back all night, all morning on the drive to the pharmacy, the drive home, as I ran up the stairs

going to do if I’m pregnant with Victor’s

my head.

wouldn’t have to take much – there’s nothing that I

over. I can change my name again, change theirs. Get work as a therapist in some small community, or any job, really. Then I could…I could have this child and never tell them anything about it. Never tell them who their father is, give this child – and the boys – what I always wanted, which is the option to choose

up on that dream for

I agreed to let him have a role in Alvin and Ian’s lives and somehow, I’m

I think. To break free of it – to get back to