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?

come

o reply blinks onto the screen. He snaps his gaze back to her, confused.

an engagement? To the press? What engagement?

looks over her, confusion adding to

smacking the table with her hand. The boys peek into the kitchen from the living room, curious about the fuss. “That is the least romantic thing that has ever happened to me in

her, starting to put

tears springing to her eyes. “You can’t just assume that I’m engaged to you

standing and reaching out his hands, placing them on her shoulders in what he hopes is a calming gesture. “You’re right – I’m

but she allows him to wrap her up

his stomach. She is right, of course – Evelyn deserves it all. A big proposal, the wedding, everything he gave Amelia and more.

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

forgive me?” he asks, tilting her

wasn’t a nice moment, to be told that you’re engaged when you hadn’t agreed to it. Hadn’t even been

– and I promise, I’ll do it right – in my mind, you’re already mine, and I’m yours.

not to me,” Evelyn says, wiping her eyes.

He nods, understanding.

you want to do that again,” she says, thinking. “Honestly, Victor, it’s something I’d have to really think about. I am your Luna, and I’m happy to be, but the idea

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

agreeing, allowing him to

press and the community isn’t going to accept his Luna living out back in

practically, he needs Evelyn to be his

going to do if Evelyn wasn’t

room, now, I suppose – I find myself

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

I’ve been running from for six years. Since

a subject to really get into

gorgeous,

for a reply and am happy when it comes back in

talk! I MISS

come over here? I can

before a

a CAR?! What are

Seriously, just give me your address, I’ll send it over. It can take

sends her address and Evelyn quickly texts the Beta dispatch, who confirm

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

A reply comes quickly.

but I’ll come down and say hello if I get a

their room, caught up in a video game

thought possible, she hears a car pull into the driveway. She almost claps her

comes through the front door, Evelyn wraps her in a

also, very at odds with the amount of security you

Delia over to the 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

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

says, raising her eyebrows as she takes a sip of her chardonnay. “Is there any reason Victor wants to

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, who laughs

as her friend sits back in her seat, still eager for the gossip. “Well, yes, but

is all very Amelia, Amelia, Amelia.” She shakes her head

the excitement leeching out of her, replaced with the same worry she’d been feeling all day. “Honestly, Delia,

“I think everyone’s

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