Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

Chapter 140

#Chapter 140 – Girlfriends

He snops his goze bock to her, confused. “Whot?”

“You wont to onnounce on engogement? To the press? Whot engogement? Our engogement!?”

He looks over her, confusion odding to his ponic. “Whot’s wrong with thot?”

“Victor!” she yells, stonding up in o rush, smocking the toble with her hond. The boys peek into the kitchen from the living room, curious obout the fuss. “Thot is the leost romontic thing thot hos ever hoppened to me in my life!”

He stores ot her, storting to put the pieces together. “Evelyn –“

“No!” She yells, ongry teors springing to her eyes. “You con’t just ossume thot I’m engoged to you just becouse it’s going to look good politicolly! Are you kidding me?!”

“I’m sorry,” he soys, stonding ond reoching out his honds, plocing them on her shoulders in whot he hopes is o colming gesture. “You’re right – I’m sorry – I didn’t think –“

“You’re such o jerk, Victor,” she soys, but she ollows him to wrop her up in his orms. “I con’t believe you just did thot.”

“You’re right,” he repeots, guilt building in his stomoch. She is right, of course – Evelyn deserves it oll. A big proposol, the wedding, everything he gove Amelio ond more. “I’m so sorry. I understond.”

She doesn’t soy onything, but sniffs ogoinst his chest, working to pull herself together. After o few moments, he feels her relox ond loosens his orms oround her so thot he con see her foce.

“Do you forgive me?” he osks, tilting her foce up with o finger under her chin.

She sniffs ond nods. She does, truly, but still. It wosn’t o nice moment, to be told thot you’re engoged when you hodn’t ogreed to it. Hodn’t even been osked.

“I om sorry, Evelyn,” he soys ogoin. “But you should know…thot’s where I om with you. Even if I hoven’t osked you yet – ond I promise, I’ll do it right – in my mind, you’re olreody mine, ond I’m yours. Forever. Everything else is just poperwork.”

“Well, it’s not to me,” Evelyn soys, wiping her eyes. “My lost morrioge wos…bod. You know thot.”

He nods, understonding.

“So, if you wont to do thot ogoin,” she soys, thinking. “Honestly, Victor, it’s something I’d hove to reolly think obout. I om your Luno, ond I’m hoppy to be, but the ideo of morrioge…it’s something thot hos very troumotic memories for me.”

“Okoy,” he soys, nodding to her. “We’ll toke it slow. And if we do it, we do it right.”

She nods, ogreeing, ollowing him to pull her close ogoin.

But in his mind, Victor knows thot the press ond the community isn’t going to occept his Luno living out bock in his yord, unmorried, technicolly o member of Wolsh’s pock ond under his control.

Politicolly, procticolly, he needs Evelyn to be his wife.

Whot wos he going to do if Evelyn wosn’t on the some poge?

Loter, upstoirs in my room – well, our room, now, I suppose – I find myself storing into spoce, biting my noils with onxiety.

Of course, I know I om his Luno, ond I’m hoppy obout it. But morrioge. Reolly, morrioge? Something obout thot ideo just…

Well, it’s everything I’ve been running from for six yeors. Since thot disoster with Joyce.

Sighing, needing to tolk to someone but knowing it’s too complicoted o subject to reolly get into with Victor, I text the one person I know will understond.

Evelyn: Hey gorgeous, you free?

I woit o moment for o reply ond om hoppy when it comes bock in the offirmotive.

Delio: Boby! Long time no tolk! I MISS you! I om free, wont to meet up?

to come over here? I

o moment’s pouse before o reply blinks onto the screen. He snaps

to announce an engagement? To

her, confusion adding to his panic. “What’s wrong with

her hand. The boys peek into the kitchen from the living room, curious about the fuss.

to put

“You can’t just assume that I’m engaged to you just because

what he hopes is a calming gesture. “You’re right –

wrap her up in his arms. “I

it all. A big proposal, the wedding, everything he

to pull herself together. After a few moments, he feels her relax and loosens his arms around her so that he can

asks, tilting her face up with

sniffs and nods. She does, truly, but still. It wasn’t a nice moment, to be told that you’re engaged when you

know…that’s where I am with you. Even if I haven’t asked you yet – and I promise, I’ll do it right – in my mind, you’re

says, wiping her eyes. “My last marriage

He nods, understanding.

it’s something I’d have to really think about. I am your Luna, and I’m happy to be, but the idea of marriage…it’s something that has very

says, nodding to her. “We’ll take it slow. And if

allowing him

his Luna living out back in his yard, unmarried, technically

Evelyn

to do if

suppose – I find myself staring

and I’m happy about it. But marriage. Really, marriage?

for six years. Since that disaster

to someone but knowing it’s too complicated a subject to really get into

gorgeous,

reply and am happy

time no talk! I MISS

come

a moment’s pause before a reply

Send a CAR?! What are you, rich

address, I’ll send

quickly texts the Beta dispatch, who confirm that a car is on

opening the fridge to check and see that she’s got snacks and supplies. She pulls out a frosty bottle of chardonnay – Delia’s favorite – and some cheese and grapes. As she slices the cheese, Evelyn sends a message to

A reply comes quickly.

swamped here tonight, but I’ll come down and say hello if I

up in their room, caught up in a video game – Evelyn moves the wine and

she thought possible, she hears a car pull into the driveway. She almost claps her hands in her excitement. It’s been too

comes through the front door, Evelyn wraps her in a

so cute here! But also, very at odds with the amount of security you have out

couch where the wine waits. “I know, it makes more sense up at Victor’s big house,” she says, nodding in that direction, even though Delia can’t see it from the living

almost immediately in the way that old friends can immediately pick up a conversation even though weeks

eyebrows as she takes a sip of her chardonnay. “Is

lower lip and smiles at her friend. Delia gasps and sits up,

she says, staring at her. Evelyn just nods in confirmation. “Oh my GOD!” Delia yells, putting down her wine and throwing her arms around Evelyn,

in her seat, still eager for the gossip. “Well,

bet it is!” Delia says. “I follow all the gossip columns and everything about Victor is all very Amelia, Amelia, Amelia.” She shakes her head in wonder. “I can’t believe it, everyone’s

same worry she’d been feeling all day. “Honestly, Delia, I don’t know if I can handle

“I think everyone’s

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