Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 79
My boys save me from this awkward moment, thank god, by bounding into the room.
“Mommy!” Ian shouts, flinging himself onto the couch and crawling up onto my lap.
“Hi papa!” Alvin says, waving at his dad as he rounds the coffee table and crawls up behind me, wrapping his arm around my neck and giving me a sweet kiss on the check.
rain quickly – did anything? – no. I shake my head, confirming to myself the innocence of the night.
. Talking. It’s normal, after a very stressful encounter.
I have two little six-year-old distractions to help me.
“We were worried about you, mama,” Alvin says, “when you weren’t in the bedroom when we
while you slept!” Ian says, looking at me sternly. “We can’t do
say, ruffling his hair. “But thank you, baby, for protecting me.”
ay.
peeking over the couch at the two of them.
t?” Alvin whispers.
mad.”
own by the back of his shirt and give him a look.
Alvin,” I mutter. “You have to be st
ning at Amelia. “I hate her.”
that I’m not being the best mother or the kindest woman in this moment – and, yes, I did wake up basically in her fiancé’s lap – but I’m certainly not going to tell my son to deny his very justified dislike of this woman.
ge my boys to hate her, but if they get there on their own? So be it.
argue. My boys and I continue to listen.
s. “She is toxic to our relationship. Your sons are one thing, but it makes no sense for her to be sleeping in our house –“
. Since she’s come into our life her own has been in upheaval too, not just yours. And quite frankly, it’s your fault.”
lad Victor is on my side.
Amelia crosses her arms again, sneering up at him. “And is my calling John Walsh also the reason why you’re waking up on the couch together, wrapped up like two teenagers?”
ger growing at her accusations. “We were up late talking, coming to terms with a very difficul
o do the final fittings of your suit. Or did you forget? That we’re getting married in a week and a half?”
.
nd moves off to the coffee machine, needing the caffeine after our late night.
e couch, watching his every move.
ng him.
living room. I pull Alvin gently down with me and give Ian a
, giving Alvin a cuddle and resting my feet on Ian’s lap. “Don’t worry about him – he’s going to handle everything. Daddy is very capable.”
?” Alvin asks, squishing my cheeks be
“Yes, baby, I’m fine.”
d all in black to go get you?”
asks, seamlessly taking up the line of questioning.
nt a moment, looking between them. I guess part of me was hoping that they would be six-year-
ll about it.”
an almost smell it, I want it so bad.
magically, before me. “Wha –“
u with your spying activities.”
n says, looking seriously up at him.
, if I need his help.
presumably to be measured to death by Amelia’s tailor.
should know about it. Do you know how daddy claimed you, made you officially his heirs, in that big ceremony?”
had excellent cake.”
rious.
ut we didn’t have a ceremony,” Alvin says.
”
succession.”
t ceremony too.”
agic,” Ian chimes in.
h this. “I guess the details don’t really matter. But the fact is that your grandfather has claimed as part of his pack. So, when y
wrong?” I ask.
It’s just a lot,” Ian says, placing his elbows on his knees and then putting his face in his cupped hands. “A little bit ago we didn’t know what we were going to be when we
world is getting narrower and narrower.
when he’s in deep thought, “then it will not be so bad.”
s, we’ll stick together,” Ian says, nodding. Alvin smi
ck, if you don’t like being part of grandpapa’s.”
and they both point their fingers at me, like wizards performing a spell.
.
ay. “I am very safe now.” I give each one a kiss.
t deep down, I know that I am not safe. My father still has his claim on me, whether I’ve escaped his house for now or not. And I know, sooner or later, that he’s going to make a m
when?