Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 38 – Second Date

I twirl my fork in my linguini, sorry to see that it’s the last bite. It was delicious.

“So, did you like your meal?” Edgar asks.

“Yes,” I say, emphatically, scraping the plate with the side of my fork to get the last of the sauce. “It was ama-“

As I raise the fork to my mouth I look at Edgar, seeing him smirking at me, his plate still half-full of his lasagna. I laugh and he joins me. “Well.” I say. “I guess you could tell.”

“It’s okay,” he says, smiling indulgently. “I like to see a woman who eats. Do you want some of mine?”

I bite my lip, eyeing his pasta, and he spoons some onto my plate. “Thank you,” I say. “That’s really kind.”

“No worries,” he returns. “We had a really solid lunch today, I’m not even that hungry.”

“I was starving,” I said. “I feel like I’m always too busy to eat – I just get whatever I can grab when the boys are sitting still. A bowl of cereal or a granola bar. A spare fishstick.” I shrug. “Whatever’s around.”

One side of Edgar’s mouth lifts in a smile as he takes me in. “Well,” he says. “We’ll just have to get you out for some quiet time more often.”

I feel heat in my cheeks as I return his smile. “I think I’d like that, Edgar.”

The restaurant which he picked for us is really adorable – a small Italian place that you can tell has been around for generations. Checked table cloths, candlesticks in wine bottles, a little grey-haired lady rushing around with a ladle in her hand, making sure everything’s in order. Everything you could want for authenticity.

Edgar likewise impresses. I check him out while he returns his attention to his food. The candlelight picks up the depth of his cheekbones, the light stubble growing on his cheeks and his chin. Edgar is brawnier than most Betas – broad-shouldered and thick with muscle. No wonder he’s Victor’s go-to guy.

As I consider him, the grey-haired woman bustles over to our table. “My Edgar!” She says, her Italian accent thick, wrapping her arms around his shoulders for a warm hug.

“Mia Nonna,” Edgar says, laughing and giving her a kiss on each cheek. I watch, surprised and delighted when they start speaking to each other in fluent Italian.

he says, “I want you to introduce you to Evelyn. She’s a very special person,” Edgar says, turning and gesturing towards me. I put on my best introductory smile and put out my

says, shaking her finger at me. “You will be nice to

crease into two little crescent moons as she looks down at him

table with her arms open and wraps me in a warm hug as well. “Welcome, Ev-a-lynn. You are welcome

you,” I say, laughing lightly. “You scared me there!” She kisses me on the head, mumbling “Bella

Edgar says, laughing. “I worked here as a teenager. Nonna and her husband were very good to me while I figured some things out.

connection,” I say, smiling broadly. “And thank you for bringing me here, to

important to me, Evelyn. That

for his glass of wine, giving me a toast. I sip from my glass as Edgar launches into a story from his youth,

my mind drifting. I stare at his handsome face, his green eyes flashing as he tells his story. My own eyes drift to his full lips, wondering

took me out he dropped me off at my

throw me down on the back porch, rip off my clothes, and f**k me until the

birthday party, of all the inappropriate things, when the twins were invited to tour a fire house and have cake. It was all fine – a little boring, honestly – until

were kids everywhere. But the moment a clown

the door and kissed me, pushing me against it, and in an instant, I was moaning, ready for him, reaching

it through the coarse fabric, breathing “f**k, I’ve been hard since the moment I saw you.” Then he turned me around, pulled

as Edgar peers

memory. “I think…I’m sorry, Edgar, I

raises a hand, silently asking for the check. “Let’s get

my lap that Nonna pressed

night,” I say. I mean it, but as I look at him I do wonder…do we have the

away the thought, unwilling to go there as

I climb out of the car, Edgar comes around

had a wonderful time,” he says softly, drawing