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.

life,” he

it, looking between

little tear of mirth from my eye. “It’s just so –“ 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 room stealing whipped cream, and our butler is the only

head at that and I join

but we’re just so exhausted and the past few days and weeks have been so

see that Rafe is leaning back in his chair, smiling, seeing the

good to see you smile, Madame, Monsieur,” he says, looking us

twins’ empty chairs. “Please, sit down with us, let

on the table and putting my

up blood? I’m tired, of course, but

then, folding his hands neatly

forgiveness,” he says,

and I frown at him, but Rafe just studies him with somber eyes.

lying to you since the

I’m shocked by this – my eyes go wide when I hear his words. Victor,

am not who I say

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

meeting our eyes. “The people for whom I work…they are powerful. They were able to ensure that the basic information that I gave you would pass all of your

“We’ve got to get our reconnaissance teams up to par – we’ve

up a hand towards Victor and keeping his gaze fixed on Burton. “Then

each in the eye in turn. “I must tell you that I never worked to harm you – every moment in your

have you done anything but good things for us, for

more. It’s true that at the wedding, when we first met him, that he was

Amelia for me

really known, so far

says, encouraging.

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 ensure that it survives, to ensure that