Burr stands, suddenly. Nearly dumps his coffee onto the floor, paces behind the couch, one fist pressed over his mouth. His face betrays nothing, but inside his heart is pounding.

"What does that mean for him?" Burr asks. "For his health? He is so--he is so small. And young. It must be harder, mustn't it? To carry two?"

He tries to keep his voice level, but he thinks there is a little waiver, which makes him blush. But there is something else, too. A little pleased feeling, in his guts. That he was so effective as to impregnate Hamilton twice over. To make him swollen and fat with Burr's seed, Burr's children, in a way no one else was able. A little stirring in his cock, as well, that he forces down.