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

fabric of her

pleeeease,” Alvin begs, turning

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

the pockets of his tuxedo. “Not tonight. We’ll take

the sight of him, standing there, so tall and fit in his tux. Damnit, but he’s a dream.

apparently sensing the direction of her thoughts. His eyes flick over her in the floor-length dress that hugs her every

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

and all our food sucksssssss,” Alvin says, throwing his head

my grilled cheese,” Evelyn

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

mom go without a fight, so he’ll have to steal her away.

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

up from his prone

Alvin says, clasping his hands together in

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

boys shout, throwing their hands in

Their parents laugh.

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

pretending an apology she doesn’t feel. “I would have fed them fois gras, of course, but our

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

following her. 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 hips and pull her back in, murmuring to her

“They would have so

at her and pulls her close. “Next time,” he says, giving her shoulders a little shake when he sees her pout. “Honestly, most moms would relish the

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

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

at her with so much joy and excitement

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

smile grows as he takes a sip

restaurant is gorgeous. I almost gasp as we step inside of it, so overwhelmed am I by the splendor in front of

the incredible

displeased with me as he pulls me close. “Too nice?” He asks. “What

laugh up at him, letting him press me

used 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 my napkin at all times

me so happy. “Now you

eyes going wide as a new idea suddenly occurs to

before I can answer, “and why do you look so

say, laughing and looking around. “I’m just dressed so nicely, and this just seems like the kind of place where