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Riley and Savannah sat by a wall at one end of the kitchen. Pulling over a couple of chairs once the Beaumont brothers started to disagree and bicker about what to have for dinner. Savannah sat with Bartie cradled in her arms fast asleep as she slowly rocked and bounced. Riley pulled Chance onto her lap when he came over to whine at her feet. She scratched his head between his ears and rubbed down his back. Continuing to pet him as he stilled on her lap.
Riley looked over to Savannah, looked down at the sleeping baby in her arms, then over to Bertrand who was standing on one side of an island. Bertrand’s arm was across his chest holding up his other that currently has been pinching the bridge of his nose as he becomes more frustrated with his younger brother. Maxwell stood opposite the island, hands flat on the counter surface as he leaned his weight on it, trying to convince his big brother that more is always better.
Riley returned her gaze back to her sister-in-law. “Can I ask you something?”
Savannah swung her head to face her not daring to stop her rocking motion. “Of course.”
Riley took a moment before continuing. “What attracts you to Bertrand?”
Savannah’s eyebrows shot up, clearly surprised by the question. Before she can answer Riley quickly continues.
“I’ve just been kinda curious. I mean he IS quite a bit older than you. Plus, he can be pretty stuffy and really emotionally closed off. I know sometimes he isn’t but MOST of the time, yeah.” Riley rushed the words out in a strange panicky way. Savannah’s surprise turned to amusement as Riley word vomited at her.
“Well, let me think. Given his upbringing he can be quite polite, charming even. It was difficult not to swoon a little when he spoke, especially when he made speeches. He can be exceptionally smooth with his words. Mix that with his dashing good looks. His posture is so confident. Plus, I mean, sexy eyebrows.” She winks. “And now he is such a wonderful father. It just ties it together.”
“Actually, what ties it together has to be what you left out.” Riley adds.
“What do you mean?” She stares confusingly back.
“Just, you know … “Riley leans over and whispers her next question. “What’s he like in bed?”
“Oh!” Savannah’s cheeks redden. She takes a moment to compose herself. “I didn’t know you were THAT curious, Riley.” She says playfully.
“Come on now, it’s just a bit of fun. There HAS to be a good reason someone as wonderful as you are, is with mister grumpy over there. What really piqued my interest was the fact you slept with him once, only once! And fell in love with him. Even after everything stupid he did! You still couldn’t resist. Now spill the beans missy. I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”
“Okay, okay, I give.” She went quiet for a few moments as she gathered her thoughts on how to say it. With a deep breath she continued. “So … well, Bertrand is rather on the large side.” She said slowly and carefully.
Riley’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. “No! Seriously? Like which way?”
“Um, I think the length is pretty average like seventeen or so centimeters. But his width! I don’t think I have a measurement for that one but …”
“But he’s girthy?” Riley finishes for her.
“Yes! It was rather shocking.”
“Okay, listen. I have to tell you something.” Riley glanced back over the brothers making sure they were still in their own bubble across the kitchen. Riley leaned closer to Savannah to stay quiet. “Maxwell is the same way.”
Savannah’s face dropped as Riley’s did moments ago. “No!”
“Yes! It was a pleasant surprise.” Riley nodded her head and covered her mouth to stifle the laughter threatening to break free.
“Oh my god! That’s crazy!” Savannah was trying her best to keep her voice down but was having a difficult time.
“Do you think it is a family trait?” Riley considered out loud. Savannah shrugged. “I mean, I know Barthelemy is an asshole, but it had to come from somewhere.” Riley continued.
“Now that is something I don’t want to know.” Grossed out by the thought of her horrible, denounced father-in-law.
“I get that, but I’m still curious.”
“Even so who would even be able to tell you? Not like their mother is around.”
“No. But I believe there is one person I can probably get to tell me. She is a major gossip and closer to the older generation.” Riley was determined at this point. She was going to find out and she knew who to call. She grabbed Savannah’s arm. “Come with me.”
“Okay, hold on.” She stood up and walked over to the eldest Beaumont handing the sleeping form over into his arms. “Take him a moment, please. We will be right back.”
Without waiting for him to answer she turned on her heel and swiftly made her way to the door leading out of the kitchen. Riley stood as Savannah moved to leave the room setting the little corgi back on the floor, who wiggled his way over to Maxwell. They quickly moved out of the kitchen and down the hall, finding a small quiet sitting area. Closing the door behind them they both drop down onto the plush couch. Riley pulled her phone out and quickly found the number she was after. Hitting the call button, she put it on speaker and waited. It rang five too many times before they heard the woman on the other end.
“Adelaide speaking.”
“Adelaide, this is Duchess Riley I’m here with Duchess Savannah. I apologize for bothering you, but I have a morbid curiosity on a subject matter and am hoping you can shed some light on the matter?” Riley was confident that Adelaide knew the answer and decided not to beat around the bush.
“Well, I am certainly curious. Please go ahead.”
“I need to confirm a suspicion I have over something deeply personal involving Barthelemy Beaumont. Would you be able to help?”
“Give me a moment.” It went quiet but they could just make out Adelaide telling someone to leave. Presumably some staff so she can be alone. “Alright girls, make it quick.”
“I just need you to confirm if below the belt, Barthelemy was an average length but quite girthy?” She spoke cautiously.
It was silent for a few more moments before they heard a puff of air. “It has been quite some time. But I will admit, it is difficult to forget that. Your description is accurate. Is that all you need from me?” She seemed eager to leave the conversation.
“Yes, it is. Thank you for your help. Have a wonderful night.”
“You as well dear.” With that they hung up. Riley hopped up swinging her legs under her body before landing back onto the couch facing Savannah.
“I knew it! It IS a family trait! Oh my God, Savannah! We know the family secret that THEY don’t even know!” Riley’s hands covered her mouth, stifling her laughter once again.
“Yes, but I will definitely go to my grave not telling anyone I know anything like that about Barthelemy.” Savannah shivered in mock horror.
“So true. I’m totally with you there. We’ll tell no one, anything. It will be our secret cause we are Beaumont’s now, so it counts.” Riley giggled. She stood up and stretched. “Hey, you want pizza?” She held out her hands to Savannah.
“Oh God Yes!” She moaned accepting the helping hands that lifted her to her feet.
They walked back down the hall, arms linked, giggling the whole way back to the kitchen where they found Maxwell laying on his back on the counter. Legs dangling over the edge, arms sprawled above his head, and Bartie sitting on his chest awake and alert. While, Bertrand clearly exasperated, arms circled around his head that is resting on the edge of the counter. His body bent over in defeat. The girls stood in the doorway, they looked at each other and smirked, ready to clear the whole situation up and move on with the night.