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!”

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

into the fabric of her black beaded dress. “Mom, can

turning puppy

bites her lip, looking down at her boys, not

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

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

His eyes flick over her in the floor-length dress that hugs her every curve before spilling onto the

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

Alvin says, throwing his head back to

you liked my grilled cheese,” Evelyn says,

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

up the porch steps. He has realized that the boys aren’t going to let their mom go without

pretending to be stern. “I’ll take you

jumping up from his prone position, apparently healed by this

says, clasping his hands

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

Both boys shout, throwing their hands in the

Their parents laugh.

at them. Then he turns his face to Evelyn. “I blame

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

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

the boys, so much so that Victor has to take

turns to him, biting her lip. “Can’t we go back and get them?” she says, her voice pleading. “They would have so much fun going to a fancy restaurant – I could get them dressed so fast

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

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

nods and reaches for it, pouring them both a glass. She smiles at

at her with so much joy and excitement he feels barely able

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

as he takes a sip

so overwhelmed am I by the splendor in front of me. Everything is

look up at the incredible ceiling with its eight

actually displeased with me as he pulls me close. “Too nice?”

at him, letting him press me closer

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

Victor says, shrugging, pleased to see me so happy. “Now you get

idea suddenly occurs to me. “Do you

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

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