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 con

the

want to announce an engagement? To the press? What engagement? Our

confusion adding to his

rush, smacking the table with her hand. The boys peek into the kitchen from the living room, curious about the fuss. “That is the

her, starting to put the pieces

I’m engaged to

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

Victor,” she says, but she allows him to wrap her up in his arms. “I

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

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

me?” he asks, tilting her face up with a finger under

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

you. Even if I haven’t asked you yet – and I promise, I’ll do it right – in my mind, you’re already mine, and I’m yours. Forever. Everything else is just

says, wiping her eyes. “My last marriage

He nods, understanding.

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

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

him

Victor knows that the press and the community isn’t going to accept his Luna living out back in his yard, unmarried, technically a member of

practically, he needs Evelyn

to do if Evelyn wasn’t on the

now, I suppose

happy about it. But marriage. Really, marriage? Something about that

for six years. Since that disaster with

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

Hey gorgeous,

moment for a reply and am happy when

I MISS you! I am free, want to

Actually, do you want to come over here? I can send

pause before a reply

CAR?! What

me your address, I’ll send it over. It can take you home later when we’re

Beta dispatch, who confirm that a car

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 Victor to let him know her

A reply comes quickly.

come down and

up in a video game – Evelyn moves the wine and

the driveway. She almost claps her hands in her excitement. It’s been too long

Delia comes through the front door, Evelyn wraps her in a

very at odds with the amount of security you have out there. Quite a bit of firepower for such

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

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

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

smiles at her friend. Delia gasps

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 and returns the hug. “Are

seat, still eager for the gossip. “Well,

everything about Victor is all very Amelia, Amelia,

with the same worry she’d been

think everyone’s going to

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