Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 198 – Home Remedies

When we come back to the house, everyone is on the porch waiting for us.

My mother, Emma, and Delia are standing there, the boys in front of them. Huge bright smiles light Alvin and Ian’s faces – they’re so, so excited to see their dad.

I can’t help but laugh when I take them in, and Victor works to sit up straighter on his gurney so that he can see over my shoulder. When he sees the boys, his face lights up.

Good. I knew that it was the right choice, to bring him home. It will be better here, with the love and support of family to heal him.

The doctor had been dour when we had left. He had agreed that moving Victor to the cottage wouldn’t hurt him, but he wasn’t a big believer in home remedies like this. His projection for Victor’s health still hadn’t changed.

Little too no hope for a recovery.

The words clang through my mind every minute of every day, even when I am asleep.

Just too much damage.

A miracle.

I grit my teeth together as Rafe comes down the front steps of the cottage, Bridgette behind him. If a miracle is what it takes, then that’s what I would give him. Even if I had to spin it out of thin air.

Rafe and Bridgette are waiting as the paramedics open the back door of the ambulance, preparing to lift the gurney out carry Victor to the house.

“Welcome home, brother,” Rafe says, clapping Victor on the shoulder as soon as he’s in reach. Victor smiles at him, slowly raising his hand to grip Rafe’s arm.

“It’s good to be home,” Victor says, and I can tell that he genuinely means it.

me by his side. But in the hours that he was awake,

administer the pain killers and the sedative. “Please,” Victor had said, his voice perfectly calm. “If I have a limited amount

then nodded. That night, the doctor had prepared

hours that Victor did sleep, I was working. Organizing things at home, interviewing and hiring nurses, preparing everyone for what was to come. Rafe had taken it the hardest, the news that Victor was

an Alpha, I suppose I was used to men who kept their emotions inside, who refused to be that vulnerable in

had wept, his shoulders shaking, until he had run out of tears. And then he had lifted his head

a good face, a cheerful family. To fight with

Rafe greets Victor, and I’m glad of it. Rafe is happy and excited to welcome his brother home, and I know that

enthusiasm, like the returning hero he is. Betas nod their happy greetings, my mother and sister wave, Dina laughs and gives him a wide

I can see, only has eyes for

speaking rapidly to their father, who smiles down at them and laughs at whatever they’re saying. Ian even goes so far as to grab the side of the gurney, hopping along until he matches its speed and jumps up, beginning to

laughs, and so do I. The paramedic just shakes his head and keeps pushing, settling Victor into

Bridgette and Rafe head into the kitchen to bring Victor some sort of refreshment, and I

the arch between the kitchen and the living room, I turn my attention back to

sitting down by his father’s legs. “Do you feel much better? Do we get to

puts an arm around Ian, nestled up against his side, and laughs at Alvin’s question.

dad’s face. “Instead,” he suggests, “why don’t we just put wheels on all of our normal beds? We already have room

spirits

Well, that he’s dying.

doctors say there’s nothing I can

dwell on it, I stand up straight and clap my hands. “Okay, everyone!” I say, putting on a bright smile. “Time to say goodnight! Victor needs his rest, he’s got

has barely gone down and Victor has absolutely nothing to do

them to, earlier this morning. Tonight…I just want it