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?

Actuolly, do you wont to come over here? I con send o

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

to announce an engagement? To the press? What

looks over her, confusion adding to

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

her, starting to

just assume that I’m engaged to you just because

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

him to wrap her up

course – Evelyn deserves it all. A big proposal, the wedding, everything he gave

chest, working to pull herself together. After a few moments, he feels her relax and loosens his arms

asks, tilting her face up with a finger under

but still. It wasn’t a nice moment, to be told that you’re engaged when you hadn’t agreed to

says again. “But you should know…that’s where I am with you. Even if I haven’t asked you yet – and I promise, I’ll do it right

me,” Evelyn says, wiping her eyes. “My

He nods, understanding.

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

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

allowing him to pull

going to accept his Luna living out back in his yard,

practically, he needs Evelyn to be

was he going to do if Evelyn wasn’t

our room, now, I suppose – I find myself

I am his Luna, and I’m happy about it. But marriage.

running from for six years. Since that disaster with

it’s too complicated a subject to really get into with Victor, I text the one person I know

Hey gorgeous,

reply and am happy when it comes

Long time no talk! I MISS

you want to come over here? I can

pause before a reply blinks onto the

What

I’ll send it

sends her address and Evelyn quickly texts the Beta

that she’s got snacks and supplies. She pulls out a frosty bottle of chardonnay –

A reply comes quickly.

come down and say hello

– the boys are up in their room, caught up in a

claps her hands in her excitement. It’s been too long since she’s had a little girl

the front door, Evelyn wraps

looking around the little cottage. “It’s so cute here! But also, very at odds with the amount of security you have out there. Quite a bit of firepower for such a small

“I know, it makes more sense up at Victor’s big house,” she says, nodding in that direction, even though Delia can’t

old friends can immediately pick up a conversation even though weeks or months have

of her chardonnay. “Is there

nothing, just bites her lower lip and smiles at her friend. Delia gasps and sits up, her eyes

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

nods as her friend sits back in her seat, still eager for the gossip. “Well, yes, but it’s all very new –

everything about Victor is all very Amelia, Amelia, Amelia.” She shakes her head in wonder. “I can’t believe it, everyone’s going to flip out when they

the same worry she’d been feeling all day. “Honestly, Delia, I

shrugs, more confident. “I think everyone’s going to

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