Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 202 – Burton’s Secret

Rafe frowns at me.

“Boys,” Rafe says, not looking at them. “Go play in the living room.”

Ian opens his mouth – full of pancakes – to protest, but Rafe interrupts.

“Take your food,” he says, his voice low and dismissive, “try eating them off the floor like a puppy. No forks, not hands.” The boys, sufficiently distracted and eager for this weird new experience, grab their plates and head off.

I watch them go and then return my eyes to Rafe, who leans forward onto the table.

“There’s more to this,” he says, looking between Victor and I and tapping the table with his index finger, “more than you two are letting on. And I want to know what it is.”

“Honestly,” I say, looking up at Victor for confirmation. He nods along with me. “Honestly, Rafe,” I say, looking at him with wide eyes, “we really don’t know.”

I hear someone clear their throat behind me and I turn, surprised to see Burton standing there, his kitchen tasks abandoned. Victor and Rafe follow in suit, likewise looking at the butler. “Luckily,” Burton says, “I do know what is going on.”

He neatly folds his hands behind his back. “But,” he continues, shaking his head gravely. “You’re not going to like it.”

The three of us just stare at Burton, our mouths open. Silence reigns at the table.

It’s broken, of course, by the twins.

“Mom!” Ian shouts from the living room, laughing. “Mom, stop him! He’s trying to steal my whipped cream!”

My eyes flit to the living room, where Alvin is crawling towards Ian growling, looking more like a bear cub than a puppy. Archie jumps along beside him, eyeing the pancakes eagerly.

Suddenly, I can’t stand the absurdity of the moment.

My chest still aches, a little, from my coughing fit, but I ignore it as I start to laugh. A little giggle at first, and then a full throated thing.

After a moment, Victor joins in with me, shaking his head, as he puts his head in his hand, laughing his low chuckle.

is this life,” he murmurs,

getting it, looking between us.

I’m interrupted, then, with another peal of my own laughter. “It’s just so ridiculous – Victor almost dies last night, and today my sons are in the living

head at that and

not really funny – but we’re just so

his chair, smiling, seeing the absurdity of it

good to see you smile, Madame, Monsieur,” he

says, sighing at the end of his mirth and gesturing towards the twins’ empty

my elbow on the table

bed last night the picture of health, and today I’m coughing up blood? I’m tired, of course, but

sit, then, folding his hands neatly on the table

beg your forgiveness,” he says,

studies him with somber eyes. What on earth

“I have been lying to you since the moment that

go wide when I hear his words. Victor, likewise, goes still beside

“I am not who

on the table. “I…did background checks. Everything you

not meeting our eyes. “The people for whom I work…they are powerful. They were able to ensure that the basic information that

Victor murmurs, looking seriously at his brother. “We’ve got to get

towards Victor and keeping

never worked to harm you – every moment in your service has been an absolute honor, and one in which I’ve worked to

not once, have you done anything but good

met him, that he was extremely kind to me – that

have done, which is leave Amelia for me right then. But Victor and I had been the

really known,

says, encouraging. “Tell us

We are very secretive about our knowledge, which we are all sworn to protect and defend. It is our birthright and our honor to carry it from one generation to the next. To