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 –“

growls,

under the full force

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

to me,” Victor demands, putting his

murmurs, grabbing her phone from her pocket and flicking through a couple of apps and webpages. When she finds the

reads the headline. Amelia Jones

says, flicking his eyes to Ian and Alvin, who try to make themselves small

Sighing, they troop upstairs.

go. “They’re just going to eavesdrop,” she murmurs. Victor ignores

whispers to Delia, her voice

mean, I took it as a joke –“ Delia says, shrugging and feeling terribly awkward. “If I thought

Victor, who is reading carefully. Delia hesitates before continuing to whisper to her friend. “I mean, but the way he’s taking it…is it

her voice calmer than the rough sea currently churning

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

coat. But, despite the winter chill, Amelia left the coat casually open as she left the restaurant, offering

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

a burrito for lunch,” Evelyn murmurs, moving on to the text portion of the

a burrito in her life,” Victor murmurs,

about what

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

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

do you think, readers? Are we

the phone back to Delia. “Everyone knows that

raising an eyebrow at her. “This is what you’re

but doesn’t respond. If

how this kind of news would

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

present moment and putting a hand out to her friend. “Please stay – we barely got a

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

“Please come back anytime, I’ll look forward to getting to know you.” He waves a hand toward the door. “The Beta team will

she heads out

couch. “That didn’t go as well as

hope 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

softly, putting her hand on his arm. She’s grateful, really, to be with someone who has no interest in taking his anger out on her friend just

websites that contain similar speculation and photographs for a few minutes, Evelyn waiting quietly. When he sighs

she asks quietly,

voice calm. He raises his hand, running it

“that Amelia wants people to think she’s pregnant. Do you think that

certainly possible,” Victor says, turning

Evelyn’s voice fades off

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 then days before that, Amelia had