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,

and

however, doesn’t stop looking

as Ian and

wanting to have this conversation in front of my sons. “Do

say, giving them a big excited

I say, clutching my hands

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

at me

and then looking at Rafe. “But. I don’t want them to know

nods, agreeing, and then he looks at his

but you were on death’s

at Burton as he brings us over

if he might be seeing a mirage. “But, you know,

taking my hand. I feel a tingle run all through my body at

says, starting to

And really – I’m not

all of the details, of course – my memories of going to that place, somewhere in my mind but also somewhere beyond it. Of what it looked like there, of what we did, of how we…made the exchange. But…I suppose that

So, I improvise.

and whatever

his mouth hanging open. I can tell that he doesn’t believe me and I give him a little shrug. He doesn’t need to believe me, I guess. Frankly, it doesn’t really matter

attempt to explain it, really, would…it just

icy grip of death just…decided to let go and walk

his brother and raising his glass of orange juice to his lips. I watch him drink, thrilled to see it. He hasn’t had anything except water and

one, feel as if I could

a stack of pancakes.

say, looking up at

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