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 –“

Victor growls, holding her

the full

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

me,” Victor demands,

from her pocket and flicking through a couple of apps and webpages. When she finds the one with

headline. Amelia Jones –

themselves

Sighing, they troop upstairs.

to eavesdrop,” she murmurs. Victor ignores her as he thumbs through

real?” Evelyn whispers to Delia, her voice

as a joke –“ Delia says, shrugging and feeling terribly awkward. “If I thought it was real, I wouldn’t have brought it up like this

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

voice calmer than the rough sea currently churning in her stomach. “Victor, let

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

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

like Amelia is walking around waving a pregnancy test in the air. But still, her stomach…it’s

a burrito for lunch,” Evelyn murmurs, moving on to

had a burrito in her life,”

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

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,

leaving – breaking news – Amelia did not stop at Starbucks for her afternoon pick-me-up, and we DID spot a certain curvaceousness to her fantastic figure. Could it be possible? Did Victor

readers? Are we in for another

Delia. “Everyone knows

says, raising an eyebrow at her. “This is what you’re focusing on at

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

stares off into space, considering how this kind of news would wreck this

on the couch. “I think that…I’m going to head back to my place,” she says, giving a little

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

giving 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 so sorry – I really did think it was just

apologies,” Victor says, falling back on his childhood etiquette lessons and working hard to put his own emotions aside so he can be a good host. “Please come back anytime, I’ll look forward to getting to know you.” He waves a hand toward the

as she heads

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

she doesn’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 luck that

has no interest in taking his anger out on her friend just because she was the bearer of bad news. She

Evelyn waiting quietly. When he sighs and

do you think?” she asks quietly,

I think,” he replies, his voice calm. He raises his hand, running it down over

people to think

certainly possible,” Victor says, turning to

voice fades off

– so much so that she has to remind herself that not too long ago he was standing at