Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 17
“So when will you get married?” Ian asks, digging into the huge pile of pancakes that Ian’s private chef places in front of him. The chef smiles at the boys, thrilled to be cooking something besides rare steak and salad.
I fall silent, looking between the boys, suspicious. Victor, less prepared, blushes.
“We,” he says, gesturing between the two of us, “are not going to be married. In fact, there’s someone very special I want you to meet – my mate. Her name is Amelia. I’m going to marry her.”
plate of eggs and his eyes fill with tear
laugh. “No one ever said daddy and I were going to be married – and it will be so fun to have an Amelia in your life! She is a Luna,” I say, trying to make the word sound exotic and special.
s, his pancakes abandoned.
stined to get married.”
oys stare at him, unimpressed. “You two have your own mates,” Victor says, trying to sweeten the deal, “and if you’
mama your Luna, she should be your mate.”
s to me for help. I casually pick at my own eggs, letting him handl
on’t get
You are MARRIED!” Ian shouts, not caring that his logic is not
e to be married to have babies
ches him, finally letting his tears flow.
He booms out, using his alpha tone. Remembering yesterday in the pool, the boys gather themselves.
t being fair here,” Victor says. “I did not know you were born – you were an accident,”
ening on that one.
s at me.
own at his half-eaten breakfa
finishes Ian’s thought seamlessly, mirroring his brother’s devastated expression. “And then he won’t just be our dad anymore.”
“And now we’re gonna lose him. And they’ll probably have a GIRL!” He wails the last word, and both boys collapse again into tears.
e’s no use talking to the boys while they’re like this – it’s best to wait until they get through the emotions, then we’ll talk.
ies to take control at the table. “Stop crying boys,” he bangs his fist on the table, forcefully but with no real violence. “You are Alphas, you can’t cry like
s in the sink.
a?” Alvin asks, trying, and wiping his tears.
ne of my body: don’t teach my boys that macho bullshit.
cry. They have a responsibility, and they have to keep themselves together s
ng is totally normal, and it’s good for you to
s the auda
hat’s enough! Time to go home! Up boys, gather your things!”
me to take them for the weekend –“
im and working to be as kind as I can. “But it’s been a lot for them. You didn’t do anything wrong.” I put a reassuring hand on his arm, “You wer
nodding. “Thank you,” I whisper, and move out of the kitchen to help the boys pack.
you free? That new client just called – he would like to move up tomorrows’ first ca
n respond.
Tell him to call anytime.
closer with Victor, with the boys. Hell, this morning I woke up in his arms. Am I tempting fate with this?
ell. Now or never. I pick up.
Hello?”
become familiar to me; his words, his voice.
bumped it up?” I lean back in my chair, letting myself slip into my counselor identity.
I’m having…well, a little bit of a crisis,” he says. I can hear him moving around, like he is cook
more,” I murmur, letting him take the lead.
ldren. They were a surprise. I met them by chance, with the
ou feel about this turn of events?”
a way to…tell…my mate.”
t is, I imagine, going to be a s
on her career.”
s?”
mated but…if it’s not the life she wants, I’m afraid she will leave me, no matter how much we love each other.”
se that Victor is looking for someone to push him.
e to tell her.” He says, firm,
again. When will that be?”
ed to go to, I’ll just bring the kids and –“
ed. “That’s a terrible thing to do!”
are you being fair?”
le, unhappy. So, I continue. “Look, you’re having problems in your relationship already. Doing this only makes it worse. Cancel the party, tell her at home
moment, and I can almost hear him processing. “Then tonight it is,” he snap
verted. At least for now, it seems I’ve made the righ