Chapter 32: Who Albert really is

We returned to my room, ate, bathe and got ready for bed. It was when we were about to start a new round of lovemaking that I remembered telling Arthur I'd tuck him in bed.

"Oh, my! Arthur!" Julien stopped kissing my neck to look at my face.

"Did you just call me Arthur?"

"No. I promised Arthur I'll tuck him. He must be waiting for me." I hurried off the bed and straightened my night garment.

"Eliza must have done that. It's very late now, there's no way he would still be awake, waiting."

"I know my son, Julien. And even if he's already asleep, I have to make sure and give him a kiss. I won't take long, I promise." I left the room and found my way to the nursery. I was right, Arthur was wide awake, counting his fingers with no trace of sleep on his face, while Eliza sat next to his bed, waiting.

"Arthur." I whispered, so I wouldn't wake up the other children. They both looked up and beamed. I put a finger to my lips to stop him from shouting