Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 297
“Oh my god,” Victor gasps, instantly wide awake. “Oh my god,” he says again, grabbing my face and searching it like it has answers. “Are you – are you okay?”
“Yes,” I say, nodding but then belying my answer with an immediate moan. I grit my teeth, my hand going to my stomach as I weather the contraction.
“OH my god,” Victor says again, apparently not coming up with anything original tonight. Then he jumps up out of the bed. “We’ve got to go! We’ve got to get you to the hospital!” He spins around, looking around the room. “Where is – where is the hospital bag? Or whatever it is that you packed?”
lancing up at him. “There is no hospital bag.”
in the world.
“WHAT” he yells, totally fr
as been the plan all along. Why did you think we got those plastic sheets?” I ask, gesturing towards the box in the corner.
. “I stopped asking questions about why you and the boys buy things a long time ago – I’m very much at peace with the fact that I’ll never understand your insane minds or your ridiculous consumer habits –“
has been the plan for months!”
nancy. We’ve got to get you to a hospital.”
pish,” I say, pulling my face out of his hands and waving my own at him. “You’re over-reacting. I had the boys in my apartment, after
in a hospital?”
insisted upon knowing the identity of the father. So yeah, I did it by myself.”
ictor face pales at this, at the realization that I went through that experience alone precisely so he wouldn’t find out about his children. And then, despite his horror, I see Victor grit his teeth in frustration. He opens
kily, the door opens just at that moment, two twin heads peeking through.
oking between his father and me.
em, smiling and pointing to my belly before giving them a thumbs up.
cool!” Alvin says, excited, dashing into the room and over to the corner where the plastic sheets are.
coming now and will pick up the doula on the way. “You two know about this? About the home birth?”
Where have you been for three months?”
running the country, Ian,” he growls.
a wink. “The rest of us have been prepping for this!” He puts his hands up in the air, excited, and shouts “This! Is! Our! Superbowl!”
l the blankets off the bed.
e…”
“Welcome to crazy land, Papa,” Ian says, grinnin
and looking around at us. “Why am I the only one freaking out ab
cing at him, deliberately keeping myself calm for his sake, “contractions are still very far apart – at least ten minutes. We’ve got lots of time before the babies come.”
s hand.
or breathes, looking down at Ian,
”
tuffing the damp bedsheets into the hamper. “And they agree with me,” I say, giving my h
t Ian again. “Seriously, buddy?” he pleads. “I can’t even get a pity vote that we go to the hospital, right now? Not even for dad’s poor nerves?”
s. “Even if I did…” he sighs, glancing at me.
om. “Come help me clean up – I’m all covered in amniotic fluid.”
throom. “Someone wake me up. This is my nightmare.” But I just laugh, knowing that he’s exaggerating. That actually, this is h
e soon, very soon, we are going to get to meet our daughters.
pulse of joy back to me because deep down? He’s just as excited as me.