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.

I blink and flinch out of his

with sleep, realizing suddenly that he’s sitting on my lap.

Victor flinch awake behind me and then groan as he moves his

at being sat on in my sleep. “Can you move please? Mommy’s

and 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 face snaps to

their faces, holding two huge plates of very sloppy-looking pancakes with candles stuck in them. Unlit, I note gratefully, though I notice that Alvin is holding a

and Victor groans behind me at the sudden

head to clear it and then leaning forward to look at the

like Alfie at

as Victor’s face

I say, confused and a

boys’ faces falter. I work to correct my reaction, realizing that I’ve

a

faces brighten

babies,” I say, leaning down towards them.

he almost drops his stack of pancakes, his little lip quivering. Luckily, I’m there

do you mean,” Ian says, frowning at us, anger and betrayal in his face. “The

“It

and reaching out to take the plates of pancakes from the boys, heading towards the

the living room where the small TV is,

though, realizing that everything is absolutely covered in flour and

hand to my face, confused. “How did they

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

kitchen, I put on a much-needed pot of coffee. While it brews, I see my phone light up on

can even say hello,

my god OHMYGOD,” she says, laughing into the phone. “Congratulations, Evelyn, I’m

my voice

my tone, she hesitates. “The

the

she

not engaged,” I hiss into

shouts into my ear. “Evelyn, it’s on

what?” I ask, glancing in towards the

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

a big breath. “Delia, do you know who reported

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