Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 9
After the boys have been put to bed I stand in my kitchen, staring into the fridge. Milk, cheese…I’m not hungry, or thirsty. I just…have no idea what to do.
I sigh and shut the door slowly, careful not to make a sound. Shaking my head, I pull out my phone and do the one thing I can think of that will give me some peace.
Me: Are you up? I send the text.
on the nightstand. Thanks a lot, babe. What’s up?
meet you at O’Leary’s.
At th
M: Please.
sses and the whole room plunges in
See you in 10 mins.
even wake up!” I ramble, backing down the path.
me – doesn’t approve of single moms – but she loves my boys. Plus, I shovel her walk in the winter. She owes me.
’s just a dive, ripped up leather chairs and wooden tables – I heave a sigh of relief. The old, familiar smell of cheap whiskey and stale cigarettes calms me.
ed to turn up.”
get a sitter,” I say, shrugging casually and pretending to play it coy. “Don’t tell me y
n waiting for you my whol
ractically run to the bar and throw myself into Delia’s arms, burying my
s to mix another drink.
southern comfort, with lime.
n, strong and silent.
in’s dad?” I speak slowly, carefully.
” she says, laughing a little. “So this skele
t.”
identity?” I can tell she’s excited to hear some good gossip.
z competition today. They won, of course,” I say. Delia nods
e competition” I roll my eyes. “What crap luck is that? I came back from the bathroom at the end of the show to see him standing on stage with them, drop
life fell apart.
“What did he do?”
ce room” I wave my drink, indicating a world’s worth of drama not worth recounting. “And he basically told me he’s taking them, that he wants custod
a hand over her mouth. “Oh my god, Evelyn. Is this for real?”
ing Cliff for another. “He’s one of the most powerful Alphas in the world, D,” I say. “He’s
her voice I know she’ll help me if that’s what I choos
dn’t know but now…I can’t escape him.”
We sit in silence for a few minutes
ys,” she eventually asks, her voice careful.
er, confused. “Huh? Why?”
…bastards?” She whispers the last word, treading carefully on the subje
e was…well, I guess he was good with them. He was shitty to me” I emphasize, thanking Cliff for my refill with a nod. “But with them, he was…fair. And they, of course, are o
her wine glass in her fingers. H
Out with it,” I say.
?! Let him
ve some space in their lives? If he’s willing to acknowledge them as his sons, then opening that door could give you a little room to negotiate. Keep things on your terms.”
a continues.
u’re tired. You’re a great mom, but it is so much w
els a stare at me, forcing me to fa
ct her. She’s right.
e boys…maybe it could be good…”
ith your first plan and let you help me run away to Argentina.”
n sit in silence for a few minutes.
you gonna do,” she probes, sipping her class of chardon
start. You have special kids, Evie. They deserve the world.”
hing. “That’s the second time you’ve called him Victor…” I say, narr
wists her mouth to the side wryly, apologetic. “Yeah…” s
clever with my secret.”
hrugging and laughing with me. “It’s
What is best for the boys…” I say thoughtfully. It’s a big question.
at about Amelia,” Delia says, looking at me with pursed lips and w
ictor too, but forgot about until now. Amelia Jones, my sons’ stepmother.”
ether, picturing it. “I mean, she’s not exactly…maternal. Do you think she’d try to keep you out of the picture?” Delia asks.
don’t.
s notoriously territorial with Victor,” Delia says. “Which I think he likes. Sh
onsidering these further complications.
r voice slow and pondering.
what?”
lliant!”
oasting my glass with hers.
Kensington. Yeah…he’ll want to hear this. Tell him I want to meet tomorrow. Tell him to come by at 3. His sons will be waiting.”
ds. You’re in charge now.”
t you.”