Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 58

“Ian,” I call, wrapped in my favorite knitted white blanket on Victor’s couch, “come on baby, back away from the TV. You’re going to burn your eyeballs out, standing that close.”

Ian is standing with his nose inches away from the tv, his hands pressed against the screen. He barely blinks and I think, fleetingly, of Poltergeist.

“I can’t, mama,” he says. “It’s me, I’m on the TV!”

in!”

ation about the boys, Victor and Amelia’s relationship and, unfortunately, the mother.

ory fades. It’s true – there are paparazzi all over the street outside our houses; one of the Betas even found someone sneaking in the yard.

so ridiculo

the angle?” he asks, crossing his arms. He’s dressed down today, for once – no suit, just a finely knit sweater and slacks. But even in those, he looks stiff and formal. I smirk, looking at him. Does

of rampant speculation.”

screen as raptly as the boys. “If it stays like this – just summarizing the event – it will blow over.”

phone dings. I pick it up.

be.

to Victor’s preferred news stations which lean towards national news and hard-hitting journalism.

face from yesterday’s event.

s as she talks, “an insider at Alpha Kensington’s Claiming event has reported that this woman was identified by guests as the children’s mother. We have our best agents on it now – but we encourage viewers to tweet us if they have any leads!”

,” Victo

laughs and claps with joy.

d study it. “Are you sure it’s me, Alvin? It’s a very blurry picture.”

ith his finger.

ith your fingers. You’re going to get it all…sticky.”

e, Ian, I think, smirking and saying nothing. Maybe I should get him a je

I am and the boys exist, so there’s no one else I’m really trying to keep it a secret from. While I would of course prefer not to be on television with my private life broadcast to the world – again – there’s not much I can do now.

o ride the wave.

ome insurance and the boys fall away from the tv, retur

shaped couch.

some stability to this situation. It doesn’t look good to be what the press is now calling a ‘single father,’ in politics. I think, for now, it’s best to stay the course, unless something else…”

ruptly returns, the words News Flash splashed across the screen.

ion,” the same reporter says, her face now bright and eager, “that sources are confirming the identity of the boys’ mother.”

mes Willard’s pack.

evidence that Evelyn Ortega has previously been known as Evelyn Walsh,”

er my head. “Here we go.”

Kensington’s famous one-night girlfriend.” With this, they flash one of the old, horrible images onto the scr

ll, from my hands pressed against the window and the…emotive…expression on my face, it’s pretty clear what’s happening.

that she’s furious.

“Mama!” Alvin says, running forward to the tv to get a bet

ining his brother. “Are we in this photo too?”

n we turn this off? They don’t need to hear this.”

watching it.”

at her scornfully.

show of paying rapt attention. Victor ignores both of us, fixedly watching the reporte

he journalist on screen presses her finger to her ear, clearly listening to someone feeding her information through a headphone. “Our reporters behind the scene are indeed reporting that the timeline works out. Enrollment for Ian a

istening to the voice in her ear. “We further report that after the boys’ claiming yesterday Alpha Kensington did indeed take the formely-Rogue Evelyn Ortega into his

ch back in the picture for Victor Kensington, and the mother of his children to boot. How can Amelia Jones possibly f

fs and hurriedly stands up from the couch, stomping off into the kitchen. Victor looks after her, but lets her go.

g. “Oof!” I say, losing my breath a bit, but wrapping my arms around Ian none the less.

xcited.

vely, still studying the TV. “Leaders of men.”

own with me in my blankets. Alvin walks over to Victor and stretches his arms high, begging to be picked up. Victor complies.

Alvin says, resting his head against Vic

Victor murmurs, stroking our son’s head.

little, in that moment, watching Victor hold our son, rocking him back and forth, in some ways the very picture of what was now destin

andle it.