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?”

and

“That’s a cozy crew, isn’t

“You don’t remember

the boys went upstairs to…to finish things. And then, I

shrugs a little and again winces at

nurse. I hate seeing him wince like that, at

I turn my

as inadequate, rejected by members of their pack as well as the pack community. Alvin and Ian will inherit, and we’ll appoint a regent, but…there’s time for

his lips turning up. I can see that he is pleased. But

I ask, leaning

know,” he says, coughing a little. He winces after each cough and I can see a tinge of blood on his

nurse comes in at just

she says, cheerful, but her face drops when she sees his condition. She presses her hands to his shoulders, working to hold him still. “Calmly, please,” she murmurs. “Just try to stay still,

a great deal of pain. She glances at me and I can see that she’s worried. But when she returns her gaze to Victor, I can

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

lightly, his coughing fit finished, but his breathing more

him calm,” she says lightly. “No very

agreeing. Then I turn my eyes back to Victor, not knowing what to

my hand back in

is so, so not all right. I need him back, need him healthy, strong. We

it, Evelyn,” he says, responding to my unspoken thoughts. I squeeze his hand, letting him know I

in then, his face sunny. He greets Victor, looking him over, listening to his pulse, measuring some vitals and checking the machines. I watch Victor closely as he responds to the doctor’s questions. His mind and spirit are

clammy and an ashen grey, like someone who has one foot in

no matter what happy act

use more rest. I’m going to give you

at this. “Is this really necessary, doctor?” he asks. “I just woke up – there’s

that he’s heard him. “Quite frankly, Alpha Kensington,” the doctor says slowly, “it’s that catching-up-on-things that I do not want you to do at the moment. The only thing you should be concentrating on right now is

for a moment in his life, prioritized relaxation and healing over keeping up with his life

to me and taking a different tack. “Are Alpha Kensington’s affairs generally in order? If he sleeps for a few

I look between the two of them and shrug. “Honestly, Victor, it really is…fine. I wouldn’t lie about that. For the moment everything

nods, and so

says, definitive. “I really must insist, sir. More sleep.” He turns to me as well. “And