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, holding

the full force

hums, her eyes darting between the two of them.

me,” Victor demands, putting his hand

through a couple of apps and webpages. When she finds the one with the

the headline. Amelia Jones –

Ian and Alvin, who try to make themselves small and unnoticeable so

Sighing, they troop upstairs.

to eavesdrop,” she murmurs. Victor ignores

it real?” Evelyn whispers to

and feeling terribly awkward. “If

dart to Victor, who is reading carefully. Delia hesitates before continuing to whisper to her friend. “I

rough sea currently churning

his face impassive, hands her Delia’s

spot, terribly fashionable in her Gucci boots and her gray twill coat. But, despite the winter chill, Amelia left the coat casually open as she left

studies the photos. There’s nothing here, really, that’s damning – it’s not like Amelia is walking around waving a pregnancy test in the air. But still, her stomach…it’s not the flat plane that

lunch,” Evelyn murmurs,

burrito in her life,”

says, not really thinking about what she’s saying

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 rosé with her salad. Is

at Starbucks for her afternoon pick-me-up, and we DID spot a certain curvaceousness to her fantastic figure. Could it

think, readers? Are we

growls, handing the phone back to Delia. “Everyone knows that twins are matrilineal. Plus, they’re

Evelyn?” Victor says, raising an eyebrow at her.

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

space, considering how this kind of news would wreck this new life she’d been

says, awkwardly unfolding herself from her place on the couch. “I think that…I’m going to head back to

hand out to her friend. “Please stay – we barely got a chance to

the offered hand a squeeze. “I’ll come 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

childhood etiquette lessons and working hard to put his own emotions aside so he can be a good host. “Please come back anytime,

she heads out the door, closing it

the couch. “That didn’t go as well as

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 –

anger out on her friend just because she was the bearer of bad news. She knows that

waiting quietly. When

do you think?” she asks

he replies, his voice calm. He raises his hand, running it down over the length of his face from forehead

seems to me,” Evelyn says, her voice gentle and contemplative, “that Amelia wants people to think she’s pregnant. Do you think that this could

certainly possible,” Victor says, turning to

is it…also possible…” Evelyn’s voice fades off and she bites her

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