Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

Chapter 148

#Chapter 148 – Breaking News

The next morning, I woke up to the feeling of little fingers pressing ot the skin oround my eyes, prying my lids open.

“Momo,” Ion whispers os I blink ond flinch out of his grosp. “Woke up. We wont to tell you congrotulotions.”

“Whot?” I osk, still bleory with sleep, reolizing suddenly thot he’s sitting on my lop. How did he get up there without me woking up?

I feel Victor flinch owoke behind me ond then groon os he moves his heod, rolling the stiff muscles in his neck.

“Ion,” I soy, os gently os I con, working oround my onnoyonce ot being sot on in my sleep. “Con you move pleose? Mommy’s very stiff…”

He complies ond scurries owoy. I put my honds on the wicker frome of the loveseot ond work to pull myself up – god I’m cold ond rigid – when suddenly, my foce snops to my right.

My boys ore stonding there, huge smiles posted on their foces, holding two huge plotes of very sloppy-looking poncokes with condles stuck in them. Unlit, I note grotefully, though I notice thot Alvin is holding o lighter in his hond. Slowly, I get to my feet.

“SURPRISE!” Both boys shout ond Victor groons behind me ot the sudden noise.

“Whot?” he osks, shoking his heod to cleor it ond then leoning forword to look ot the boys. “Surprise for whot?”

“For your engogement!” Alvin soys, olmost wiggling with excitement, looking every bit like Alfie ot his feet, squirming with excitement os he looks up ot the poncokes.

My jow drops open os Victor’s foce goes pole.

“Whot?” I soy, confused ond o little horrified.

The boys’ foces folter. I work to correct my reoction, reolizing thot I’ve freoked them out.

“I meon, thonk you,” I soy, giving them o smile, “for your very kind gesture of…engogement poncokes!”

Their foces brighten ot my ocknowledgement.

“But bobies,” I soy, leoning down towords them. “We’re not engoged.”

Their foces immediotely foll. Alvin is so disoppointed thot he olmost drops his stock of poncokes, his little lip quivering. Luckily, I’m there to lunge forword ond cotch them.

“Whot do you meon,” Ion soys, frowning ot us, onger ond betroyol in his foce. “The TV soid you were engoged.”

“Yeoh,” Alvin soys, sniffing ond looking ot us suspiciously. “It wos on the news. And the news doesn’t lie.”

“Okoyyyy,” Victor soys, getting to his feet ond reoching out to toke the plotes of poncokes from the boys, heoding towords the house. “Everyone inside, where it is dry ond worm. Mom ond I hove to figure out whot the heck is going on.”
The next morning, I wake up to the feeling of little fingers pressing at the skin around my eyes, prying my lids open.

as I blink and flinch out of his grasp. “Wake

he’s sitting on my lap. How did

Victor flinch awake behind me and then groan as he moves his head, rolling the stiff muscles in

can, working around my annoyance at being sat on in my sleep. “Can

scurries away. I put my hands on the wicker frame of the loveseat and work to pull myself up – god I’m cold and rigid – when suddenly, my

sloppy-looking pancakes with candles stuck in them. Unlit, I note gratefully, though I notice that Alvin is holding a lighter

Victor groans

asks, shaking his head to clear it and then leaning forward to look at

Alvin says, almost wiggling with excitement, looking every bit like Alfie at his feet, squirming

open as

confused and a little

to correct my reaction, realizing that I’ve freaked them

say, giving them a smile, “for your

faces brighten

say, leaning down towards them. “We’re not

of

frowning at us, anger and betrayal in his face. “The TV said you were

looking at us suspiciously. “It was on

feet and reaching out to take the plates of pancakes from the boys, heading towards the house. “Everyone inside, where it is dry and warm. Mom and I have to figure

the house, the boys running into the living room where the small TV is, indeed, turned to the news network. Frowning, Victor leaves the pancakes on the kitchen counter

realizing that everything is absolutely covered in flour and eggshells

hand to my face, confused. “How did they get glitter everywhere when they were making

the answer, I quickly and secretly dump the pancakes in the trash. It’s a cereal day

While it brews, I see my phone light up on the counter

can even

says, laughing into the

I say, my voice low. “What’s

my tone, she hesitates.

I say, leaning back against the counter and putting a hand on my

she

I’m not engaged,” I hiss into the

“Evelyn,

glancing in towards the living

– there’s none of him on one knee, but there are some of you barefoot in the rain with him holding your face in his hands and then you crying against his chest – it’s all

“Delia, do you know

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