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.

whispers as I blink and flinch out of his grasp. “Wake up. We want

I ask, still bleary with sleep, realizing suddenly that he’s sitting on my

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

working around my annoyance at being sat on in my sleep.

complies and scurries away. I put my hands on the wicker frame of the loveseat and work to pull myself up – god I’m

there, huge smiles pasted on their faces, holding two huge plates of very sloppy-looking pancakes with candles stuck in them. Unlit, I note gratefully, though I notice that

groans

his head to clear it and then leaning forward to

with excitement, looking every bit like Alfie at his feet, squirming

as Victor’s face

say, confused

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

a smile, “for

faces brighten at

down towards them. “We’re

of pancakes, his little lip quivering. Luckily, I’m there to lunge forward and catch

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

“It was on the news. And

take the plates of pancakes from the boys, heading towards the

living room where the small TV is, indeed, turned

realizing that everything is absolutely covered in

pressing a hand to my face, confused. “How did they get glitter

quickly and secretly dump the pancakes in the trash. It’s

phone light up on the counter where I left it plugged in last night before heading to dinner. Seeing that it’s Delia, I

can even say hello,

god OHMYGOD,” she says, laughing into the phone.

voice low. “What’s

she hesitates.

the counter and putting

wrong,” she

not engaged,” I hiss

I wince as she shouts into my ear. “Evelyn, it’s on every network – there are

glancing in

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

“Delia, do you know who reported

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