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!”

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 into

of her black beaded dress. “Mom, can we

begs, turning

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

putting his hands in the pockets of his tuxedo. “Not tonight. We’ll take you out for a big fancy dinner some

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

at her, apparently sensing the direction of her thoughts. His eyes flick over her in the floor-length dress that hugs her every curve before spilling onto the ground. When his

to the wood of the porch in

sucksssssss,” Alvin says, throwing his head back to vent his

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

turning jealous eyes to the limo. “But I want to eat grilled cheese in

aren’t going to let their mom go without a fight, so he’ll have

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

from his prone position, apparently healed

Alvin says, clasping his hands

his side. “I offer you the best food the city can offer and you

shout, throwing their hands

Their parents laugh.

he turns his face to Evelyn. “I

on her tiptoes to bring her face close to his, pretending an apology she doesn’t feel. “I would have fed them fois

for the

As they leave, 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

pleading. “They would have so much fun going to a fancy

little shake when he sees her pout.

him. “Mine are funny. Hey!” she spies the bottle of champagne cooling in the

glass. She

us,” Victor says, smiling at her with so much joy and excitement he

to our family,” Evelyn responds, sharing the emotion. “As it is now and…whatever it looks like. In the

grows as he takes a sip

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

incredible ceiling with its eight crystal chandeliers. “Victor,

tell he’s not actually displeased with me as he pulls me close. “Too nice?”

up at him, letting him press me closer to his

to places like this,” I 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 fork to use, where to keep

so happy. “Now you get to put

say, my eyes going wide as a new idea suddenly occurs to me. “Do you think people will think I am

he asks, and then, before I can

place where that sort of thing happens. Do you think any of these women are escorts?” I ask, peering into the faces of