Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 160 – Sisters

“What,” I say, my mouth hanging open as I stare between these two women – both incredibly important

people in my life, but people I thought lived in completely separate worlds. “How the hell –“

“Come in,” Emma says, getting to her feet. “Let’s close the door,” she murmurs, peering outside to see

if anyone has seen them.

Ian and I obligingly coming into the room, Delia closing the door after us.

“Hi Delia! Hi Auntie!” Ian says, smiling at them. “I didn’t know you two knew each other.”

“Yes,” I say, starting to get over my shock and feeling a little angry. “Would anyone like to explain this

amazing coincidence?”

Delia sits down on the other bed and pats the comforter. “Come sit down, both of you,” she says, giving

me an apologetic smile. “We have a lot to catch you up on.”

I do sit down next to Delia, angling myself so that I can look between her and my sister. Ian goes over

to Emma, his hands wrapped around the straps of his backpack. “Can I sit with you?” he asks, beaming

up at her.

“Of course,” she says, smiling at him. “Make yourself comfortable, baby.”

He does as he’s told, climbing up onto her bed and unzipping his backpack to take out some toy trucks.

I watch him, knowing that he’ll pretend to play but that really he’ll be listening the whole time. I don’t

begrudge him the knowledge, though – after all, he’s my co-conspirator now.

Seeing that my son is comfortable, I turn to stare at Delia – my best friend, whom I shared all of my

secrets with in graduate school –

“How do you two know each other?” I ask, directing the question to her. In some ways, she has

become closer to me than my sister in the past few years – closer than my own flesh and blood.

Delia shrugs and then says, quite simply, “I’ve known Emma since we were twelve. We went to tennis

camp together every summer.”

“What?!” My face must be ashen with shock.

I don’t know what I had expected – maybe that they’d met each other in the past few months or years?

Maybe connected through knowledge of me, or of Victor’s scandal –

But never, in a million years, would I have expected to hear that Delia’s relationship with Emma

predated our own.

“You spent all your summers at archery camp,” Emma said quietly. “It was the only part of our lives

when we were really separate. It was nice to have a friend who was all my own.”

I look between them, still shocked. “Then how…”

“Once you were…gone,” Emma says, picking up the story. “And I had married Joyce…Evelyn, I missed

you, I missed you so much – but I knew that what I had done was unforgivable. Even though I knew

that, I also knew that I couldn’t just have no idea where you were. So, I hired a private investigator to

find you.”

I shake my head at her, listening. I had been so careful, worked so hard to be untraceable. But Emma –

despite all odds – had found me. Perhaps I had underestimated her a little bit.

“He found you,” Emma continues, “almost a year later. With those little boys, working so hard to get into

school…”

“That’s where I come in,” Delia says, taking over. “When she found out you were going to a psych

program, she remembered me saying, as a kid, that that was my dream job. Emma got back in touch

with me – offered to pay my tuition, my room and board, and a small salary. The only caveat was that I

had to agree to…keep an eye on you.”

“An eye on me,” I say, narrowing mine at her. “And report back to her, everything you saw.”

I snap my head back to Emma, seeking confirmation. On the bed, Ian slowly moves his trucks back

and forth, pretending to play.

“Yes,” Emma says, keeping her face open, not willing to lie or prevaricate. “Delia told me what she saw.

But honestly, Evelyn – it was just for peace of mind, to know you were okay, and I never told a soul

anything what I knew. Not even mom, and certainly not our dad.” Emma can’t help the scowl that

crosses her face when she mentions him.

“I promise,” Delia says, leaning forward to take my hand. “I was hired to keep an eye on you, and yes, I

took the money and sent the reports – but Evelyn -” She shakes her head, holding my eye contact,

willing me to believe her. “I promise you, everything about our friendship was real. She just paid me to

keep an eye on you. I could have done that from a distance. I became your friend because I liked you.”

“A very convenient friendship,” I murmur, unhappy about this turn of events. It felt, in so many ways,

like even my best friendship was a lie.

Not exactly news I needed on today, of all days.

“It’s true,” Emma says, beginning to wring her hands. “I wasn’t really surprised when you and Delia

clicked – a little jealous, of course.” She pauses for a moment. “I would have given…anything. To be

out of my house. Living that life with the two of you, pursuing your goals, working for something. With

those two little boys.” She glances down at Ian and I see the longing in her eyes.

It goes to my heart. Deep down, I’ve long been aware that I got the better end of the deal, even if my

life had had its trials. And here was Emma, who for six years has been reading reports about how I had

turned my life around and was living with freedoms she could only dream of.

“And you never did anything,” I say, looking between them. “Just…kept tabs?”

“I promise,” Emma says, putting a hand to her heart. “It was just for my own peace of mind. No one

ever knew, and I never interfered. Even when I wanted to send money, Delia wouldn’t let me. She said

you were going to make it on your own.” Her eyes shine with a little pride, then. “And you did.”

I take a minute, considering, and then I give in. “Okay,” I say, looking both of them in the face for a

minute. “I’m not happy about it,” I give them each a little glare, “but I think…I understand. If I had had

the opportunity, I probably would have done the same.”

“Thank you, Evelyn,” Delia says, giving my hand a little squeeze. “For believing us. It was a lie but…

beyond that big glaring fact, it was innocent. An act of sisterly love.”

“You owe me though,” I say to both of them seriously, crossing my arms over my chest. “For years of

that innocent lying.”

Emma nods fervently. “Anything, Evelyn,” she says, hand still on her chest.

I smile then, a little slyly, and pull my feet up on the bed, getting comfortable. “Good!” I say, grinning at

them. “I’m cashing in now, then. You have to take me and Ian in for a couple of days. While we figure

out our next move.”

“Yes, what are you two doing here?” Delia says, frowning at me. She accepts without my complaint the

idea that we will be staying.