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.”

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

boys, at the deep and real grief on their faces, and find myself

so devastated that we’re not engaged? We

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

Victor asks, equally confused, pulling Ian

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

got locked in a closet?” I pet Alvin’s hair, smiling down at his sad little face, my heart

up at me. “We want to do it

the aisle.” He looks brightly between us,

them. “Do you want

boys frown at him, confused. “What’s the difference?” Ian

face is almost a perfect match for Ian and Alvins, all three of their mouths making exactly the

“have anything to do with two child-sized sabers that you were supposed to carry while you walked down the

Then they press their

close as Victor pulls Ian down and

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

shouts, wriggling out of his father’s grasp and laughing as he dashes across

it around like a pirate. “We’d have been

me apology pancakes,” I say, pointing an accusatory finger at my twins. “For only wanting

go, looking up at

to come clean about our relationship to the

love bubble has officially been burst. But it was bound to happen sometime. “Yes,” I

and explanations started immediately with Burton meeting him at the back door with a deep bow, congratulations

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 had told him the

sir,” Burton had said, holding the door open so he could enter the house. “I will spread the word

in the house with most people reacting only with confusion and acceptance. Only Bridgette burst into tears, which

engagement, big brother,” he said. “So, does

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