Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

Chapter 201

#Chapter 201 – Pancakes

A few hours later, wrapped in our coziest robes, Victor and I step out of our room.

As soon as we walk out, I can hear the noise of our boys downstairs, laughing and talking as they have their breakfast.

I clutch my robe tightly around my neck as I hear them and look up at Victor, a huge smile breaking out on my face. God, it’s good to hear them laugh.

Victor returns my look and takes my hand. Then slowly, carefully, we walk down the hall and head down the stairs.

As soon as they hear the creek of our footsteps on the stairs, we hear everyone go silent.

I’m ahead of Victor, so they see my feet first, staying silent. Then, as soon as they see Victor’s slipper appear on the step above mine, we hear a collective gasp.

Victor and I look at each other at that and can’t help but burst into laughter.

“Mama!” Alvin shouts, running to the clutch the banister at the bottom of the stairs.

“Papa!” Ian screeches, right after him, skidding to a stop at the bottom of the stairs and banging into the wall at the bottom. “You’re better!”

They start up the stairs towards us but Victor puts out a hand –

“Wait, wait,” Victor says, his voice soft. “We’re not totally better yet, okay? Go easy on us.”

“Come and take our hands,” I say to them, smiling at my boys at the bottom of the stairs, unable to take my eyes off of them. So precious to me, these two little things.

Grinning at us, Alvin and Ian obediently come gently up the stairs. Alvin takes my hand, helping me balance, my little gentleman. Ian goes up a step beyond me, helping his dad by letting Victor put a hand on his shoulder.

When we get down into the kitchen, I tear my eyes away from my boys to look at Rafe, who is sitting at the table, pale as a ghost.

Burton stands behind him, a spatula in his hand, the pan he was using to cook beginning to smoke lightly on the stove behind him.

moving to the pan. “Burton,

spinning and running to the

stop looking

whispers, his gaze following us as Ian and Alvin lead us to seats at the table. “How

I say, interrupting Rafe as Victor and I sit down. I don’t wanting to have this conversation in front of my

them a big excited grin. “Do you think you could go

Ian opening his mouth to protest, but I pout. “Pleasssseeee, babies?” I say, clutching my hands below

to the front door, slipping on their boots and grabbing their jackets to check the

looking at me curiously. “Do we…subscribe

then looking at Rafe. “But. I don’t want them to know how bad it was,

he looks at his

but you were on death’s doorstep. I

wouldn’t say good as new,” Victor responds, looking up at Burton as he brings

a hand over his amazed face, as if he might be seeing a mirage. “But, you know, not dead. Or anywhere near it. What

at me tenderly, taking my hand. I feel a tingle run all through my body at the touch of

says,

not trying to be cryptic. I don’t really know what

of course – my memories of going to that place, somewhere in my mind but also somewhere beyond it. Of what it looked like

So, I improvise.

my instincts. Nursed him through the night, and whatever it was that

his mouth hanging open. I can tell that he doesn’t believe me and I give him

was an experience that defies belief. Any attempt to

death just…decided to let go and

of orange juice to his lips. I watch him drink, thrilled to see it. He hasn’t had anything except water and broth for days. God, it is such a relief to see

for one, feel as if I could eat

a stack of pancakes. “Madame,” he says gently, placing them

looking up

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