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.

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 hand but

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

worry, Nonna, she’s very nice.” Nonna’s eyes crease into two little crescent moons as she looks down at him and

arms open and wraps me

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

very good to

say, smiling broadly. “And thank you for

my hand. “You’re important to me, Evelyn. That

my lip, nodding. He squeezes my hand and then reaches for his glass of wine, giving me a toast. I sip from my glass as Edgar launches into a story

and touching, all the things you’d want, but as Edgar talks I find my mind drifting. I stare at his handsome face, his green eyes flashing as he tells his story. My own eyes

he dropped me off at my doorstep, kissed my

the back porch, rip off my clothes, and f**k me until the sun

carnal. We met at a children’s birthday party, of all the inappropriate things, when the twins were invited to tour a

instantly, and resisting because – duh – there were kids everywhere. But the moment a clown came and all the kids sat in a circle to see some magic tricks, I made

their uniforms. He slammed the door and kissed me, pushing me against it, and in an instant, I was moaning, ready

saw you.” Then he turned me around, pulled my skirts up, and f****d me

of my reverie as Edgar peers at me, calling

say, blushing at the memory. “I think…I’m sorry, Edgar, I think I’m just overtired and

me a warm smile and raises a hand, silently asking for the

box of cannoli on my lap that Nonna pressed into our hands as we

much, Edgar, it was a great night,” I say. I mean it, but as I look at him I do wonder…do we have the kind of passion that I’ve had in my past relationships? Do I need that kind of passion,

away the thought, unwilling to go there

around

wonderful time,” he says softly, drawing close to