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!”

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

fingers into the fabric of her black

please pleeeease,” Alvin begs, turning puppy dog eyes

breaks her heart a little bit and she bites her lip, looking down at her boys, not knowing how to disappoint. Victor saves her, though, stepping out of

his tuxedo. “Not tonight.

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

in the floor-length dress that hugs her every curve before spilling onto the ground. When his gaze comes back up to

collapsing bonelessly to the wood of the porch in his apparent agony.

sucksssssss,” Alvin says, throwing his

liked my grilled cheese,” Evelyn says,

he says, frowning and turning jealous eyes to the limo. “But I want

the boys aren’t going to let their mom go without a fight, so he’ll have to steal her away. He holds out a hand, which

boys,” Victor says, pretending to be stern. “I’ll take you in the limo for your birthday, and you

prone position, apparently

clasping his

you

throwing their hands in the

Their parents laugh.

head at them. Then he turns his face to Evelyn. “I blame you for this, feeding them junk for all these years. They have

face close to his, pretending an apology she doesn’t feel. “I

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

of the car waving goodbye to the boys, so much so that Victor has to take her by the hips and pull

and get them?” she says, her voice pleading. “They

shake when he sees her pout. “Honestly, most

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 up speed. “Is that

them both a glass. She

says, smiling at her with so much joy and excitement he feels

our family,” Evelyn responds, sharing the emotion. “As

as he takes a sip

it, so overwhelmed am I by the splendor in front of me. Everything is creamy white linen, shining silverware (made

say, spinning to look up at the incredible ceiling with

but I can tell he’s not actually displeased with me as he pulls

at him, letting him

get to go to them as a kid – I only went once, with Joyce. I had all the lessons, of

shrugging, pleased to see me so happy.

going wide as a new idea suddenly occurs to me. “Do you think

laughing at this. “Why would they think that?” he asks, and then, before I

this just seems like the kind of place where that sort of