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 see you just

cozy crew, isn’t it,” he

a little. “You don’t remember anything else?”

went quiet, after you and the boys went upstairs to…to finish things. And then, I guess I passed out again. And now…I’m

little and again winces

him and press the button for the nurse. I hate seeing

when I turn my attention

as well as the pack community. Alvin and Ian

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

I ask, leaning

winces after each cough and I can see a tinge of blood

the nurse comes in at

sees his condition. She presses her hands to his shoulders, working to hold him still.

works to do as she says, but I can tell he’s still in a great deal of pain. She glances at me and

going to get the doctor,” she says, her voice calm. “He’ll be pleased to know that

his coughing fit finished, but his breathing more

to keep him calm,” she says

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

whispers. I put my hand back in

so not all right. I need him back, need him healthy, strong. We have a whole

my unspoken thoughts. I squeeze

in then, his face sunny. He greets Victor, looking him over, listening to his pulse, measuring some vitals and checking the machines. I

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

head, knowing that no matter what happy

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

at this. “Is 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

I don’t think Victor has, for a moment in his life, prioritized relaxation and healing over

Alpha Kensington’s affairs generally in order? If he sleeps for a few more hours, will it

look between the two of them and shrug. “Honestly,

and so

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 you could…take a few hours to yourself. Get…cleaned