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.”

sits down as Alvin glares at him, his arms crossed against his chest. I join Victor on the couch and the boys climb up on either

deep and real grief on their faces,

deal here?” I ask, looking between them. “Why are you two so devastated that we’re not engaged?

to beeee,” Alvin whines,

asks, equally confused, pulling Ian into his lap. “What’s the big

“We want to be in a wedding. For real

you got locked in a closet?” I pet Alvin’s hair, smiling down at his sad little face, my heart going out to him. “I thought

up at me. “We

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

eyes narrowed as he looks between them. “Do you want us to get married? Or do you just

him, confused.

smirk when I notice that that his face is almost a perfect match for Ian and Alvins, all three of their

two child-sized sabers that you

each other. Then they press their lips shut and

burst out laughing at this, hugging Alvin close as Victor pulls Ian down

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

out of his father’s grasp and laughing as he dashes across the room. I

up in the air and swishing it around like a pirate. “We’d have been so

“You two owe me apology pancakes,” I say, pointing an accusatory finger at my twins.

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

at me. “Although we might have to come clean about our relationship to the press, even as we let people

bubble has officially been burst. But it was bound to happen sometime.

started immediately with Burton meeting him at the back door with a deep

straightened up, confusion on his face which turned to sadness and pity when Victor had told

sir,” Burton had said, holding the door open so he could

with confusion and

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

not wanting to give him anything to hold over him. “There was no engagement, Rafe,” he had said evenly.