Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#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.

back to himself, spinning and running to

doesn’t stop looking at

and Alvin lead us to

down. I don’t wanting to have this

I say, giving them a big excited grin. “Do you

I pout. “Pleasssseeee, babies?” I say, clutching my hands below my chin. “Just go look. I really want to see the news

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

says, looking at me curiously. “Do

want them to know how

nods, agreeing, and then he looks at

says, his voice still full of disbelief. “It was…it was so bad last night. You were…god damnit, Victor, but you were on death’s doorstep. I really didn’t think that you were going to make it through the night. And yet, somehow here

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

amazed face, as if he might be seeing a mirage.

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

what,” Rafe says,

shrug. And really – I’m not trying to be cryptic. I don’t

but also somewhere beyond it. Of what it looked like there, of what we did, of how we…made the exchange. But…I

So, I improvise.

guess I just…followed my instincts. Nursed him through the night, and whatever it

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

experience that defies belief. Any attempt to explain

death just…decided to let go and walk away,” Rafe says, dubiously. “Sometime around

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 him

one, feel as if I could

at my shoulder with a stack of pancakes. “Madame,”

you,” I say, looking up