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?

wont to come over here? I con send o

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

To the press? What engagement?

adding to his

a rush, 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

at her, starting to put the

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

hands, placing them on her shoulders in what he hopes is a

says, but she allows him to wrap her up in his

he repeats, guilt building in his stomach. She is right, of course – Evelyn deserves it all. A big proposal, the wedding, everything he gave Amelia

sniffs against his chest, working to pull herself together. After a few moments, he feels

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

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

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

He nods, understanding.

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

slow. And if we do it,

agreeing, allowing him to pull her

Luna living out back in his yard, unmarried, technically a member of Walsh’s pack and

practically, he needs Evelyn to

do if Evelyn wasn’t on the same

I suppose – I find myself staring into space, biting

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

been running from for six

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

gorgeous, you

for a reply and am happy when it comes back in

I MISS

to come over here? I

pause before a reply

a CAR?! What

no, borrowed car service. Seriously, just give me your address, I’ll send it over. It can take you home

her address and Evelyn quickly texts the Beta dispatch, who

frosty bottle of chardonnay – Delia’s favorite – and some cheese and grapes. As she slices

A reply comes quickly.

Enjoy. I’m swamped here tonight, but I’ll come down and

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

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

the front door, Evelyn wraps

little cottage. “It’s so cute here! But also, very at odds with the amount of security you have out there.

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

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

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

nothing, just bites her lower lip and smiles at her

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.

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

and everything about Victor is all very Amelia, Amelia, Amelia.” She shakes her head in

the excitement leeching out of her, replaced with the same worry she’d been feeling all day. “Honestly, Delia, I don’t

think everyone’s going

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