Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 215 – Between Us

Alvin folds his hands in his lap, shrugging one shoulder. “Ever since we were very little –“

“Since we can remember, I guess,” Ian picks up, miming his brother’s action.

“We’ve always been able to see the magic. To notice it, when others don’t,” Alvin finishes. Both boys look apologetically Victor and I, then, as if they’ve been keeping a big secret and are sorry for it.

“But what is it?” Victor presses.

“It’s just…extra stuff, I guess,” Ian says, frowning, trying not to be vague but failing. I sit back and try to be patient, to let them work through it. “Like, it is the thing that is between Alvin and me. The thing that makes us able to talk to each other. The thing that makes us able to do…extra stuff.”

I frown at this, confused. What kind of extra stuff?

“When we were little,” Alvin says, “it was just around, the magic. And it was just between us – like always floating there, in the air.”

“Do you mean,” Victor says quietly, “that you can see it?”

Ian nods lightly. “Sometimes, we can. Not all the time. Or maybe we just don’t notice. But when we look for it, and it’s there, we can see it.”

Alvin nods, agreeing. “And then,” he continues, “as we got older, we learned how to start to use it.”

“That’s actually pretty new,” Ian says, excited. “Alvin figured it out most – like, he was able to use it just a little bit ago – on the battlefield –“

“The Alpha command,” Alvin clarifies, nodding. “I was able to…grab the magic. In the air. There wasn’t a lot. But I was able to use it to make the command work, even though I’m not technically their Alpha.”

Alvin smiles at Victor then, the Beta’s actual Alpha from whom he had briefly stolen command. Victor just shakes his head at him, not in denial, but in wonder and confusion.

“We thought,” I say, hesitating, “we thought you could just do that stuff because you’re smart. But you’re saying it’s because you’re…magic?”

the idea of it. “We can just see the magic, and now, I guess, move it around sometimes. But,” he quirks his head, considering. “Maybe we can do that because we’re

my head, not able to figure

say, gesturing with my thumb over my shoulder at the smoke forms that I now imagine brushing up against the fabric of the tent. I shudder at the thought. “They’re the magic. And you can see them because you can see the

likewise curious. He saw

it is…different here.” Ian says, stretching his arms over his head. I can see that he’s starting to get tired, but no way in hell I’m letting him go to bed without explaining

magic out here,” Alvin says, his eyes going wide and excited at the thought of it. “Like, so much, that it can make itself present. Like it did tonight,

Ian says, thinking even harder, “maybe you could

from my

magic, when we were little. But then you got more

blinks at him, shocked. “When we met you at Quiz Nation. You had a little magic around you.

Ian says, distracted, reaching backwards and pulling his little backpack forward. He looks at me as he scrounges through it. “And then, after the claiming ceremony, when

as Ian pulls a chocolate bar out of his

wedding. And

candy bar out of my son’s hand. He gives a little squeak of protest, which I ignore as I take a bite and hand it

says, looking at us in disgust.

and frankly a

Ian says, looking between us with his nose wrinkled. “We didn’t want to tell you, because we didn’t want to hurt your feelings – and because, like, you wouldn’t get it – but ever since the first night after daddy came home from the hospital…you guys are

around in the air around me for any

hair through the air around me, like he’s scattering flies. “You can’t sense it? It’s

sense. I still don’t know what the hell

it certainly explains how so many unexplainable

the half-eaten candy bar unasked to Alvin, who accepts it gratefully and takes a bite. “That’s what the ghosts were drawn to, tonight. All the

I say, looking down into my hands. “That’s all so

the understatement of the century, but I

our kids. “For telling us. Explaining it. If there are any