Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 197 – Awake

On the morning of the fifth day, my eyes fly open when I hear a hiss.

Victor has his eyes pressed shut, his jaw clenched together.

The tube was removed from his throat yesterday and he can breathe on his own now, but he’s been sleeping the entire time I’ve been here.

“Oh my god,” I say, leaning forward, grabbing his hand, my own neck and back twinging at the sudden movement from my chair.

Victor’s eyes peek open when he hears me. “It’s okay,” he says, his voice scratchy, probably from the intubation. “I just…tried to turn my neck.”

“Don’t move,” I say quickly, glancing around. “I’ll get the nurse –“

“No,” he says, tightening his grip on my hand. “Evie, no. Just…” he sighs and his eyes close again.

I hold my breath, squeezing his hand back, waiting.

“Just…” he says again. “Let me sit with you. For a moment.”

I can’t help the trembling smile that crawls over my lips when I hear that. I’m completely exhausted – haven’t been catching more than a few hours of sleep for days – but the sound of his voice? Telling me he just wants to sit with me?

I feel, suddenly, like I could sing and run and dance for days.

“How are you,” I say gently, leaning forward to smile at him. “Does it hurt?”

He takes a moment to consider. “What, my body? The whole thing?”

I nod, curious.

He laughs, then, and winces at the pain of it. “Yes, frankly. My whole body feels like it’s been through a meat grinder. What…what happened to me?”

I c**k my head to the side, curious. “What do you remember?”

He frowns, thinking again, looking up at the ceiling. “I remember being shot, of course. But then I think I passed out – and then, being downstairs, with you.”

He turns gaze back to me. “I remember our conversation, every moment of that. And the boys coming down.” He smirks at me, remembering them. “Clever boys. Are they here?”

come, and see you just laying there. They’re with Rafe and Bridgette, at the

cozy crew, isn’t it,”

laugh a little. “You don’t remember anything

the boys went upstairs

a little and again

the nurse. I hate seeing him wince like that, at the smallest

asks, when I turn my attention back to him. “With…Walsh.

rejected by members of their pack as well as the pack community. Alvin and Ian will inherit, and we’ll appoint a

can see that he is pleased. But then his face twists

I ask, leaning forward

cough and I can see a tinge of blood on his lips. My eyes fly

nurse comes in at just that

drops when she sees his condition. She presses her hands to his

in a great deal of pain. She glances at me and I can see that she’s worried. But when she returns

she says, her voice calm. “He’ll be pleased to know that

nods lightly, his coughing fit finished, but

to me as she leaves. “Please do your best to keep him calm,” she says lightly. “No very good or very bad news, please. No news,

I turn my eyes back to Victor,

all right,” he whispers. I put my hand back in his, shaking

need him back, need him healthy, strong. We have a whole

he says, responding to my unspoken

greets Victor, looking him over, listening to his pulse, measuring some vitals and checking the machines.

someone who

that no matter what happy act the doctor is putting on…it’s

frankly, your body could use more rest. I’m going to give you some pain medication to control your movements as well as

this really necessary, doctor?” he asks. “I just woke up –

do not want you to do at the moment. The only thing you should be concentrating on right now is resting. It’s that serious.

I don’t think Victor has, for a moment in his life,

generally in order? If he sleeps for a few more hours, will

and shrug. “Honestly, Victor, it really is…fine. I wouldn’t

so does

says, definitive. “I really must insist, sir. More sleep.” He turns to me as well. “And Ms. Ortega, now that you’ve seen him awake, perhaps