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!”

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

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

begs, turning puppy dog

her boys, not knowing how to disappoint.

in the pockets of his tuxedo. “Not

insides go warm at the sight of him, standing there, so tall and fit in his tux. Damnit, but he’s a dream. Maybe she should just screw dinner

hugs her every curve before spilling onto the ground.

bonelessly to the wood of the porch in his apparent

our food sucksssssss,” Alvin says, throwing his head back to

you liked my

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

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

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

his prone position, apparently healed by this

Bell!” Alvin says, clasping

says, frowning at them as Evelyn laughs and comes to his side. “I offer you the best food the

Both boys shout, throwing

Their parents laugh.

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

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

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

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

get them?” she says, her voice pleading. “They would have so much fun going

he says, giving her shoulders a little shake when he

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

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

says, smiling at her with so much joy and excitement he feels barely able to contain

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

as he

splendor in front of me. Everything is creamy white linen,

look up at the incredible ceiling with its

displeased with me as he pulls

up at him, letting him press me closer

didn’t even get to go to them as a kid – I only went once, with Joyce. I had all the lessons,

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

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

“Why would they think that?” he asks, and then, before I can answer, “and why

just dressed so nicely, and this just seems like the kind of place where that sort