The Alpha and his Contracted Baby Mama

The twins acting strange.

Cassandra

The months that went past after my decision to take care of my babies, no matter the cost, were the most challenging of my life. I had thought the pregnancy was a difficult time? That was a piece of cake compared to how I managed to survive, along with my babies for months.

And I don't regret a thing, because it had only made me stronger and able to be proud of myself for how far I had come. I had taken on two jobs that had flexible shifts and decent pay. That way, I could pay for my babies to stay at a daycare while I was at work, and I could also afford to pick them up early and take care of them myself for the rest of the day.

That did not mean my life was great. I was still poor, and could not afford a lot of luxuries, but we were eating healthy and surviving. That was okay for now. That's more than I thought I could even do.

Right now, I was at the grocery store, picking up some more baby formula and fruits. It was alarming how much food I had to buy the twins, because they were always hungry. They were hungry because of how fast they were growing. Only a few months old, but already so big and chubby. I was not sure if babies grow that fast, but since it's not really bothering anyone, I guessed it's normal.

I carted my trolley to the counter and watched the lady scan them. The only thing that bothered me was how restless they get on some nights. They should have grown past the very young age of waking up in the night to cry, but they still do sometimes. It worried me a little.

After leaving the grocery, I stopped at the daycare to pick up my babies and got a taxi to drive us home. Smiling to myself, I laid them both on their play blankets and put some stuffed toys around them. Lori, my baby girl, let out a happy sound, trying to grab one of the toys. Axel, the boy, was busy staring up at me and giving me a toothless smile.

I loved them so much, it was amazing how two little humans can just change my life so much. Glad that they were in a good mood, I went off to prepare dinner.

It was late at night, and I was fast asleep on my bed, so tired from all the hard work of the day, when a sound jolted my eyes open. My room was dark, with only a few rays of the moon filtering through my curtains. I usually turn off all the lights when I go to bed because it always ensured the electricity bill remained low.

I blinked, wondering what woke me up, when all of a sudden I heard my babies screaming.

Gasping, I scrambled out of my bedroom, switching on the lights as I moved. Fear boiled through me as I ran into the smaller room where my babies slept. It used to be a storage room until I cleared it out during my pregnancy and converted it to a nursery.

"Axel? Lori?" I exclaimed frantically, turning on the lights in their room as I moved to their cots.

They are shrieking and crying so hard that I was deathly afraid of what could be wrong. Sweat gathered over their smooth, soft cheeks and their faces were red. Tears are rolling off to the bed and their entire bodies are spasming with each wail.

"Aw, what's wrong? What's wrong?" I cooed worriedly, picking them into my arms one after the other and held them both to my chest.

They didn't stop crying, wriggling restlessly against my chest like they were in some sort of discomfort. With my eyebrows drawn in worry, I set them down and took turns removing their clothes, wiping them down with baby wipes, changing their diapers and covering them with fresh clothes.

While their crying died down a little, they still seemed so restless, making certain sounds of discomfort and wriggling in a way that made me suspect something could be medically wrong. And that was a scary thought.

Could they be falling sick?

But this was a lot like the way they act on certain nights of the month. They just transform into the most restless and foul mood babies ever. Earlier today, they were so happy, but once it became night… it was an entirely different story.

I patted them down and sang a lullaby to try to get them back to sleep. When that didn't work, I moved to get their feeding bottles, freshly mashed fruits and some water. Being so restless had made them so hungry, so it was easy to refocus their attention on eating.

However, when I tried to pick up Lori to feed her, I noticed a change in her eye color. It was no longer just blue, but an unearthly white seemed to have mixed with her irises, making it look silver. With a pounding heart, I looked at Axel, to see the same eye color change.

I had never been so terrified for my babies.

The next morning, the first thing I did was to take them to a hospital to get checked. By then, their eyes had returned to their normal blue color, so it was a bit difficult to explain to the doctor what I saw. Even if it made no sense, they still took my accounts of their wailing and restlessness seriously and conducted some tests.

The results were perfect. My babies were perfectly healthy.

"There are no medical records of any illnesses, ma'am. Phases of night trouble occurs commonly in babies, so I assure you that it will pass soon." A nurse said.

But her words did little to convince me. None of them saw the color of my babies' eyes last night. That was definitely not normal, and I needed a bigger hospital to check them properly, in case there was a treatment they needed.

But I could not afford to take them to a bigger hospital. And that scared me, that my babies could be sick. But the doctors here had already told me not to worry, right?