Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 10 – Unexpected Babysitting

Victor’s entourage rolls up precisely at 3:00, as requested. Three cars, one black Rolls-Royce and two hummers, presumably filled with whatever Betas and lackeys Victor has brought with him. The boys and I are standing outside waiting for him, me in my favorite dress, the boys bright and tidy in their school uniforms.
Victor’s entourage rolls up precisely at 3:00, as requested. Three cars, one black Rolls-Royce and two hummers, presumably filled with whatever Betas and lackeys Victor has brought with him. The boys and I are standing outside waiting for him, me in my favorite dress, the boys bright and tidy in their school uniforms.

Victor steps out of the car into the sunshine, buttoning his blazer as he frowns judgmentally at my neighborhood. I grit my teeth behind my smile. Two short men in grey suits climb out of the car behind him, carrying stacks of paper. These guys have “lawyer” written all over them.

Before they can get far, though, my boys rush forward, their knapsacks bouncing on their backs. “Daddy!” Alvin yells, wrapping himself around Victor’s leg as he did yesterday.

“Hi, Dad!” Ian shouts, running and waving. Victor takes a step back, obviously surprised. Clearly, he was expecting a fight, not a warm welcome.

I make my way slowly down the walk behind them, offering a friendly smile. “Hello, Victor, it’s nice to see you.” He frowns at me, suspicious of this 180-degree turn from yesterday. “Welcome to our home. Would you like to come inside for some iced tea?” I gesture back towards the door.

“I…” Victor says slowly, hesitant and trying to figure out my angle.

“Or would you just like to take the boys straight away?” I say with wide eyes, keeping my expression bright and guileless.

“What?” he breathes, his face shocked.

“That’s what you want, right?” I say, folding my hands together and leaning back on my heels. “Why don’t you go ahead and take the boys for the weekend? See? They’re all packed.”

Ian holds up his backpack for Victor to inspect. “I brought ALL of my firetruck toys!” He shouts, excited to show his dad his treasures. “Mom says they’re too loud, but that you have a big house so it won’t be so bad!”

“And I have candy!” Alvin says, beaming. “Mom let us pick out lots of candy at the store to bring – we never get candy, but it’s a special occasion, she said.”

“And I brought my sticky spiders!”

“And the nerf gun!”

“And my kazoo!”

“You should take them” I say warmly, watching Victor try to process all of these supplies. “Go ahead, bond with your sons. See if you’re even interested in custody.” I nod, making my words convincing.

“I’m…I wasn’t expecting…” Victor faulters for words, looking down at Alvin still clinging to his leg.
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face is again guileless, but – thanks to CelebGoss – I already know that Victor does indeed have plans this weekend. He’s supposed to appear tonight, at a regatta.

screaming madwoman, promising hellfire and vengeance. Victor glances at them and I can

of heart?” Victor asks, regaining his composure and working to reassert his dominance despite the one little boy clinging to his leg and another running around him pretending to

been raising kids for five years by myself. You were right yesterday – I deserve a break. If you want to help me out by taking them for the weekend, then be my guest. Of course,” I pause here and Victor’s frown

is, if you’re actually going to spend time with them. I trust you,” I say pointedly. “You are their father, and I can tell that you’d

just going to leave them with a nanny, or your staff…” I

going to have to rework his entire weekend. “Of course,” he says, “I’ll take care of them myself.” Perfect, I think. Right

“And…Amelia?” I ask pointedly.

smirk, knowing that I was right to bet that he spent the night getting his legal rights in order and hadn’t given his girlfriend

biological sons, in tow. I just wish I could watch it. Maybe some paparazzi will do me a

out. “Will

a great mom. And don’t forget, it’s a holiday – three day weekend. Bring them back