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!”

leove, Evelyn olmost hongs 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

Ian says, wrapping his fingers into the fabric of her black beaded dress. “Mom,

pleeeease,” Alvin begs, turning puppy

bit and she bites her lip, looking down at her boys, not knowing how

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

go warm at the sight of him, standing there, so tall and fit in his tux.

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

wood of the porch in his apparent agony. “We never get

Alvin says, throwing his head back to

said you liked my grilled cheese,” Evelyn says,

to the limo. “But

going to let their mom go without a fight, so he’ll have to steal her away. He holds out

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

his prone

Alvin says, clasping

offer you

shout, throwing their

Their parents laugh.

Evelyn. “I blame you for this, feeding them junk for all

apology she doesn’t feel. “I would have fed them

that, she flicks him lightly on the nose and heads for the limo, calling over

of the car waving goodbye to the boys, so much so that Victor has

“They would have so much fun going to a fancy restaurant

little shake when he sees her pout. “Honestly, most moms would relish the

boring,” Evelyn says, rolling her eyes at him. “Mine are funny. Hey!” she spies the bottle of champagne cooling in the

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

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

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

he takes a sip

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

god,” I say, spinning to look up at the incredible

frowns at me, but I can tell he’s not actually displeased with me as he pulls me close.

him press me

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 my napkin

to see me so happy. “Now you get to

say, my eyes going wide as a new idea suddenly occurs

bursts out laughing at this. “Why would they think that?” he asks, and then, before I can answer, “and why do you look so happy at the idea that

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