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 over here? I con send o

the screen. He snaps his gaze back to her, confused.

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

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

the living

at her, starting to put the pieces together. “Evelyn

eyes. “You can’t just assume that I’m engaged to you just because it’s going to look good politically! Are you

placing them on her shoulders in what he hopes is a

jerk, Victor,” she says, but she allows him to wrap her up in

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

moments, he feels her relax and loosens his arms around her so that he can see

forgive me?” he asks, tilting her face up with

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

know…that’s where I am with you. Even if I haven’t asked you yet – and I

Evelyn says, wiping her eyes. “My last

He nods, understanding.

it’s something I’d have to really think about. I am your Luna, and I’m happy to be, but

to her. “We’ll take it slow. And if

nods, agreeing, allowing him

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

practically, he needs Evelyn to

if Evelyn

suppose – I find myself staring

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

from for six years. Since that

to really get into with Victor, I text the one person I know

Hey gorgeous, you

and am happy when it comes

no talk! I MISS you! I

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

moment’s pause before a

a CAR?! What are

I’ll send it over. It can take you

texts the Beta dispatch, who confirm that a

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

A reply comes quickly.

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

up in their room, caught up in a video game –

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

the front door, Evelyn wraps her in a big

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

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 room. “But he wants protection down here

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

her eyebrows as she takes a sip of her chardonnay. “Is there any reason Victor wants to have so much security down

lip and smiles at her friend. Delia gasps and

wine and throwing her arms around Evelyn, who laughs and

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

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 going to flip out

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

“I think everyone’s going to love it,

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