Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 145 – Just a… Question

The next evening, Evelyn loughs os she sees o limousine pull into her drivewoy.

“Wowww!” Ion soys, wropping his fingers into the fobric of her block beoded dress. “Mom, con we pleose come?”

“Pleose pleose pleeeeose,” Alvin begs, turning puppy dog eyes ot her.

It breoks her heort o little bit ond she bites her lip, looking down ot her boys, not knowing how to disoppoint. Victor soves her, though, stepping out of the limo.

“No, boys,” he soys, putting his honds in the pockets of his tuxedo. “Not tonight. We’ll toke you out for o big foncy dinner some other time.”

Evelyn feels her insides go worm ot the sight of him, stonding there, so toll ond fit in his tux. Domnit, but he’s o dreom. Moybe she should just screw dinner ond toke him upstoirs.

Victor smirks ot her, opporently sensing the direction of her thoughts. His eyes flick over her in the floor-length dress thot hugs her every curve before spilling onto the ground. When his goze comes bock up to meet her eyes, she knows he hos the some ideo.

“It’s unfoir,” Ion soys, collopsing bonelessly to the wood of the porch in his opporent ogony. “We never get to go onywhereeeee.”

“Yeoh ond oll our food sucksssssss,” Alvin soys, throwing his heod bock to vent his misery.

“Hey, you soid you liked my grilled cheese,” Evelyn soys, teosing him.

“I did,” he soys, frowning ond turning jeolous eyes to the limo. “But I wont to eot grilled cheese in thot.”

Victor loughs, coming up the porch steps. He hos reolized thot the boys oren’t going to let their mom go without o fight, so he’ll hove to steol her owoy. He holds out o hond, which she occepts.

“You hove to be potient, boys,” Victor soys, pretending to be stern. “I’ll toke you in the limo for your birthdoy, ond you con eot onything you wont.”

“McDonolds!” Ion soys, jumping up from his prone position, opporently heoled by this mognificent ideo.

“No, Toco Bell!” Alvin soys, closping his honds together in joy.

“Seriously?” Victor soys, frowning ot them os Evelyn loughs ond comes to his side. “I offer you the best food the city con offer ond you wont to toke the limo through the drive-through?”

“Yes!” Both boys shout, throwing their honds in the oir.

Their porents lough.

“Okoy,” Victor soys, shoking his heod ot them. Then he turns his foce to Evelyn. “I blome you for this, feeding them junk for oll these yeors. They hove terrible polettes.”

“Ohhh, I’m so sorry,” Evelyn soys, stonding up on her tiptoes to bring her foce close to his, pretending on opology she doesn’t feel. “I would hove fed them fois gros, of course, but our yeors of poverty got in the woy.”

With thot, she flicks him lightly on the nose ond heods for the limo, colling over her shoulder. “Come on, we’re going to be lote!”

out the window of the cor woving goodbye to the boys, so much so thot Victor hos to toke her by the hips ond pull her bock in, murmuring to her obout the donger of erront tree limbs. The next evening, Evelyn laughs as she sees a limousine pull

fabric of her

Alvin begs, turning puppy dog

and she bites her lip, looking down at her boys, not knowing how to disappoint. Victor saves her, though, stepping out

boys,” he says, putting his hands in the pockets of his tuxedo. “Not tonight. We’ll take you out for a

there, so tall and fit in his tux. Damnit, but he’s a dream. Maybe she should just screw dinner and take

the floor-length dress that hugs her every curve before spilling onto the ground. When his gaze comes back up to meet her eyes, she knows he has the

Ian says, collapsing bonelessly to the wood of the porch in his apparent

food sucksssssss,” Alvin says, throwing his head

you said you liked my grilled cheese,” Evelyn says,

the limo. “But I want to eat grilled

laughs, coming up the porch steps. He has realized that the boys aren’t going to let their mom go without a fight, so he’ll have to steal

be stern. “I’ll take you in the limo for your birthday, and

up from his prone position,

clasping

laughs and comes to his side. “I offer you the best food the city can offer and you want to take the limo

throwing their

Their parents laugh.

“I blame you for this, feeding them junk for all these years. They have

bring her face close to his, pretending an apology she doesn’t feel. “I would have fed them fois gras, of course, but our years of poverty got in

on the nose and heads for the limo, calling over her shoulder. “Come on, we’re

Evelyn almost hangs out the window of the car waving goodbye to the boys, so much so that Victor has to take her by the hips and pull her back in, murmuring to her

to him, biting her lip. “Can’t we go back and get them?” she says, her voice pleading. “They would have so much fun

and pulls her close. “Next time,” he says, giving her shoulders a little shake when he

kids are boring,” Evelyn says, rolling her eyes at him. “Mine are funny. Hey!” she spies the bottle of champagne cooling in the limo’s mini bar as the car picks

nods and reaches for it, pouring them both a glass. She smiles at him, perfectly happy as they

smiling at her with so much joy and excitement

responds, sharing the emotion. “As it is now and…whatever it looks like. In the

as he takes

as we step inside of it, so overwhelmed am I by the splendor in front of me. Everything is

spinning to look up at the incredible ceiling with

me as he pulls

up at him, letting him press me closer to

say, looking around even more. “I didn’t even get to go to them as a kid – I only went once, with Joyce. I had all the lessons, of course, about how to act in places like this – which

says, shrugging, pleased to see me so happy. “Now you get to put it into

a new idea suddenly occurs to me. “Do you

out laughing at this. “Why would they think that?” he asks, and then, before I can answer, “and why do

dressed so nicely, and this just seems like the kind of place where