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,”

getting it, looking between us. “What’s so

my own laughter. “It’s just so ridiculous – Victor almost dies last night, and today my sons are in the living room stealing

back his head at that and I join

it’s not really funny – but we’re just so exhausted and the past few days and weeks have

that Rafe is leaning back in his chair, smiling, seeing the absurdity of it as well. Even Burton has

smile,

the twins’ empty chairs. “Please, sit down with us, let us know what’s going on. Because honestly, we’re

resting my elbow on the table and putting

really was frightening. I went to bed last night the picture of health, and today I’m coughing up blood? I’m tired, of course, but I had thought it was just because I didn’t get any sleep. But…is it more than

does sit, then, folding his hands neatly on the table and looking

forgiveness,”

at him, but Rafe just studies him with somber eyes. What on earth has Burton

been lying to you since the moment that we

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

his head. “I am not who I say

up on the table. “I…did background checks. Everything you told us about your identity – it

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

brother. “We’ve got to get our reconnaissance teams up

hand towards Victor and keeping his gaze fixed on

us each in the eye in turn. “I must tell you that I never worked to harm you – every moment in your service has been an absolute honor, and one in which

him with gratitude written on his face. “We believe you – never, not once, have you done anything but good things for us, for our children. I suspect,” Victor looks at me, then, taking my hand, “that you’ve known…something. About Evelyn and I. Long before

this and I c**k my head, curious to hear more. It’s true that at the wedding, when we first met him, that

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

known, so

says, encouraging. “Tell us

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