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.

gesturing towards me. I put on my best

at me. “You will be nice to my Edgar.” Edgar laughs and playfully swats at Nonna’s

Nonna’s eyes crease into two little crescent

I very funny.” She comes to my side of the table with her arms open and wraps

I say, laughing lightly. “You scared me there!” She kisses me on

and her husband were very good to me while I figured some things out. I

broadly. “And thank you for bringing me here,

the table and takes my hand. “You’re important to me, Evelyn. That is, of course, if you’d like

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 from his youth, about one morning he didn’t get up early enough

mind drifting. I stare at his handsome face, his green eyes flashing as he

me off at my doorstep, kissed my cheek, and walked away without asking for

to throw me down on the back porch, rip

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

drawn to him instantly, and resisting because – duh – there were kids everywhere. But the moment a clown came and all the kids sat in a circle

where the men kept their uniforms. He slammed the door and kissed me, pushing me against it, and in

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

as Edgar peers at me, calling

blushing at the memory. “I think…I’m sorry, Edgar,

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

box of cannoli on my lap

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, which never resulted

away the thought, unwilling to go there as we pull

of the car, Edgar comes around to

had a wonderful time,” he says softly, drawing close