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.”

at him, his arms crossed against his chest. I join Victor

you engaged,” Ian says, pouting. I look at both of my boys, at the deep and real grief on their

the deal here?” I ask, looking between them. “Why are you two so devastated that we’re

beeee,” Alvin whines, putting his head down

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

not looking at us. “We want to be in a wedding.

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

pouting up at me.

wedding part this time,” Ian adds. “The part where we walk down the aisle.” He

them. “Do you want us

confused. “What’s the difference?”

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

Victor asks, suspicious, “have anything to do with two child-sized sabers that you

each other. Then they press their lips shut and innocently say

this, hugging Alvin close as Victor pulls Ian down

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

and laughing as he dashes across the room. I let Alvin escape with

swishing it around like a pirate. “We’d have been so good with them! We’ve

chuckle, leaning back against Victor. “You two owe me apology pancakes,” I say, pointing an accusatory finger at my twins. “For only wanting

kitchen. I sigh as they go, looking up at Victor. “Is this

might have to come clean about our relationship to the press, even as we

sigh again, realizing that our little love bubble has officially been burst. But it was bound to happen sometime. “Yes,” I say, accepting it. “Let the paparazzi vultures officially

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

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

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

quickly in the house with most people reacting only with confusion and acceptance.

“Sorry to hear about your failed engagement, big

give him anything to hold over him. “There was no engagement, Rafe,” he had said evenly. “The press got