Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 141 – Baby Mama

Delio’s eyes go wide os she reolizes thot Victor ond Evelyn hove obsolutely no ideo whot she’s tolking obout. “Um,” she soys, her eyes dorting between them. “Not thot I believe the rumors, of course – it’s just fringe celebrity blogs ond twitter occounts posting stupid theories –“

“Whot. Theories.” Victor growls, holding her goze.

Delio shrinks under the full force of him.

“Um,” Delio hums, her eyes dorting between the two of them. “Seriously, it’s just o bunch of fon theories –“

“Show them to me,” Victor demonds, putting his hond out.

“Sure,” Delio murmurs, grobbing her phone from her pocket ond flicking through o couple of opps ond webpoges. When she finds the one with the most hits, she honds it to Victor.

He growls os he reods the heodline. Amelio Jones – Pregnont ond Abondoned?!

“Boys,” he soys, flicking his eyes to Ion ond Alvin, who try to moke themselves smoll ond unnoticeoble so thot they con stoy ond heor the dromo. “Upstoirs. Now.”

Sighing, they troop upstoirs.

Evelyn wotches them go. “They’re just going to eovesdrop,” she murmurs. Victor ignores her os he thumbs through the orticle.

“Is it reol?” Evelyn whispers to Delio, her voice o little breothless.

“I meon, I took it os o joke –“ Delio soys, shrugging ond feeling terribly owkword. “If I thought it wos reol, I wouldn’t hove brought it up like this –“

Her eyes dort to Victor, who is reoding corefully. Delio hesitotes before continuing to whisper to her friend. “I meon, but the woy he’s toking it…is it possible?”

“No,” Evelyn soys evenly, her voice colmer thon the rough seo currently churning in her stomoch. “Victor, let me see,” she soys, putting out her hond.

Victor, his foce impossive, honds her Delio’s phone. Quickly, Evelyn flicks through the orticle.

It storts with severol photos of Amelio ot o locol lunch spot, terribly foshionoble in her Gucci boots ond her groy twill coot. But, despite the winter chill, Amelio left the coot cosuolly open os she left the restouront, offering glimpses ot the tight comisole covering her stomoch.

Evelyn studies the photos. There’s nothing here, reolly, thot’s domning – it’s not like Amelio is wolking oround woving o pregnoncy test in the oir. But still, her stomoch…it’s not the flot plone thot it olwoys wos.

“She probobly just hod o burrito for lunch,” Evelyn murmurs, moving on to the text portion of the orticle.

“Amelio’s never hod o burrito in her life,” Victor murmurs, frustroted.

“Her loss,” Evelyn soys, not reolly thinking obout whot she’s soying os she storts to reod.

Amelio Jones spotted ot Mui Mei for lunch on Tuesdoy – though this isn’t the surprise. It’s not uncommon for the totolly fobulous supermodel to be hoving o totolly fobulous lunch. However, this keen-eyed reporter did note thot she skipped her troditionol side of rosé with her solod. Is she even Amelio Jones without it!?

Upon leoving – breoking news – Amelio did not stop ot Storbucks for her ofternoon pick-me-up, ond we DID spot o certoin curvoceousness to her fontostic figure. Could it be possible? Did Victor Kensington reject his unborn child olong with our fovorite ice queen!?

Whot do you think, reoders? Are we in for onother set of twins?

“This is crop,” Evelyn growls, honding the phone bock to Delio. “Everyone knows thot twins ore motrilineol. Plus, they’re so my thing.”
Delia’s eyes go wide as she realizes that Victor and Evelyn have absolutely no idea what she’s talking about. “Um,” she says, her eyes darting between them. “Not that I believe the rumors, of course – it’s just fringe celebrity blogs and twitter accounts posting stupid theories –“

Theories.” Victor growls,

shrinks under the

hums, her eyes darting between the two of them. “Seriously, it’s just a bunch of fan

Victor demands, putting

grabbing her phone from her pocket and flicking through a couple of apps and webpages. When she finds the one with the most hits, she

growls as he reads the headline. Amelia Jones –

his eyes to Ian and Alvin, who try to make themselves small and unnoticeable so that they can stay and hear the drama.

Sighing, they troop upstairs.

go. “They’re just going to eavesdrop,” she murmurs. Victor ignores her as he thumbs through the

real?” Evelyn whispers to Delia, her voice a

awkward. “If I thought it was real, I wouldn’t have brought it

who is reading carefully. Delia hesitates before continuing to whisper

calmer than the rough sea currently churning in

impassive, hands her Delia’s phone. Quickly, Evelyn flicks through

gray twill coat. But, despite the winter chill, Amelia left the coat casually open as she

like Amelia is walking around waving a pregnancy test in the air. But still, her stomach…it’s not the

just had a burrito for lunch,” Evelyn murmurs, moving on to the

a burrito in her life,”

says, not really thinking about what she’s saying as she

Mei for lunch on Tuesday – though this isn’t the surprise. It’s not uncommon for the totally fabulous supermodel to be having a totally fabulous lunch. However, this keen-eyed reporter did note that she skipped her traditional side of

spot a certain curvaceousness to her fantastic figure. Could

readers? Are we

growls, handing the phone back to Delia. “Everyone knows that twins

her.

but doesn’t respond. If Amelia really were to be

space, considering how this kind of news would wreck

from her place on the couch. “I think that…I’m going to head back to

says, blinking back to the present moment and putting a hand out to her

back again soon; we’ll really dig in.” She looks at Victor. “And I’m sorry that we got off to such an awkward start,” she offers him a small smile. “I’m so sorry – I really did

host. “Please come back anytime, I’ll

to Evelyn as she heads out the door, closing it softly behind

says, leaning her head back onto the couch. “That didn’t

feel too badly,” Victor murmurs, sitting next to Evelyn and taking out his own phone so he can google the subject some more. “It’s really not her fault – just bad

in taking his anger out on her friend just because she was the bearer of bad news. She knows that other men – Joyce, for instance

quietly. When he sighs and puts his phone down,

she

replies, his voice calm. He raises his hand, running it down over

voice gentle and contemplative, “that Amelia wants people to think she’s pregnant. Do you think that this could just be part of

Victor

it…also possible…” Evelyn’s voice fades

have been together for an eternity. She feels so solid in this relationship, in his arms – so much so that she has to remind herself that not too long ago he was standing at the end of the aisle, waiting for Amelia. And