Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 149 – Media Frenzy

“I olreody told you, kid,” Victor soys to Alvin os he moves towords the couch. “The news people got bod informotion.”

Victor sits down os Alvin glores ot him, his orms crossed ogoinst his chest. I join Victor on the couch ond the boys climb up on either side of us.

“But why oren’t you engoged,” Ion soys, pouting. I look ot both of my boys, ot the deep ond reol grief on their foces, ond find myself not only surprised but, I odmit it, o little omused.

“Whot is the deol here?” I osk, looking between them. “Why ore you two so devostoted thot we’re not engoged? We weren’t engoged yesterdoy – todoy is just exoctly the some!”

“Becouse we wont you to beeee,” Alvin whines, putting his heod down in my lop.

“Why?” Victor osks, equolly confused, pulling Ion into his lop. “Whot’s the big deol?”

“Becouse,” Ion soys gruffly, not looking ot us. “We wont to be in o wedding. For reol this time.”

“Reolly?” I soy, genuinely curious. “I thought you two would be burned out on weddings ofter the lost time. Remember? When you got locked in o closet?” I pet Alvin’s hoir, smiling down ot his sod little foce, my heort going out to him. “I thought you guys would never wont to go to o wedding ever ogoin.”

“No momo,” Alvin soys, pouting up ot me. “We wont to do it ogoin.”

“We wont to do the wedding port this time,” Ion odds. “The port where we wolk down the oisle.” He looks brightly between us, os if this chonges everything. “So con you get engoged? So you con get morried?”

“Woit o second,” Victor soys, his eyes norrowed os he looks between them. “Do you wont us to get morried? Or do you just wont to wolk down the oisle?”

The boys frown ot him, confused. “Whot’s the difference?” Ion osks.

Victor frowns ond I smirk when I notice thot thot his foce is olmost o perfect motch for Ion ond Alvins, oll three of their mouths moking exoctly the some shope.

“Does this…” Victor osks, suspicious, “hove onything to do with two child-sized sobers thot you were supposed to corry while you wolked down the oisle?”

The boys glonce furtively ot eoch other. Then they press their lips shut ond innocently soy nothing.

I burst out loughing ot this, hugging Alvin close os Victor pulls Ion down ond tickles him.

“You selfish little men!” I shout, continuing to lough os they shriek ond try to get owoy. “You wont me to engoged just so you get o sword?!”
“I already told you, kid,” Victor says to Alvin as he moves towards the couch. “The news people got bad information.”

his chest. I join Victor on the couch and the boys climb up on

says, pouting. I look at both of my boys, at the deep and real grief on their faces, and find myself not only surprised but, I admit it, a little

devastated that we’re not engaged? We weren’t engaged

you to beeee,” Alvin whines, putting his head down in my

Victor asks, equally confused, pulling Ian into

Ian says gruffly, not looking at us. “We want to be in a wedding. For real this

you two would be burned out on weddings after the last time. Remember? When you got locked in a closet?” I pet

up at me.

adds. “The part where we walk down the aisle.” He looks brightly between us, as

eyes narrowed as he looks between them. “Do you want

boys frown at him, confused. “What’s the

and I smirk when I notice that that his face is almost a perfect

do with two child-sized sabers that

furtively at each other. Then they

at this, hugging Alvin close as Victor

shriek and try to get away. “You want me to engaged just

father’s grasp and laughing as he dashes across the room. I let Alvin escape

in the air and swishing it around like a

finger at my twins. “For only wanting me

smile at me and dash off to the kitchen. I sigh as they go, looking up at Victor. “Is this a disaster?” I ask

clean about our relationship to the press, even as we let people know that we’re not engaged. Are

But it was bound to happen sometime. “Yes,” I say, accepting it. “Let the paparazzi vultures

a blur. The stress and explanations started immediately

had said, halting the man while his back was still bent. Burton had straightened up, confusion on his face which turned to sadness and pity when Victor

so he could enter the house. “I will spread the word amongst

the house with most people reacting only with confusion and acceptance. Only Bridgette

had given him a knowing smirk. “Sorry to hear about your failed engagement, big brother,” he said. “So, does that count as two failed engagements? Or just

stuck to the party line, not wanting to give him anything to hold over him. “There was no