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.

in the hours that he was awake, I could see him starting to figure out his situation. That the doctor kept obliging him to sleep, but that he wasn’t getting any

a hand to stop the doctor before he could administer the pain killers and the sedative. “Please,” Victor had said, his voice perfectly calm. “If

nodded. That night, the doctor had

for what was to come. Rafe had taken it the hardest, the news that Victor was likely coming home for the last

I was used to men who kept their emotions inside, who refused to be that vulnerable

Rafe? He had wept, his shoulders shaking, until he had run out of tears. And then he had

make Victor comfortable. To show him a good face, a cheerful family. To fight

glad of it. Rafe is

wheel him into the house, everyone greets him with happiness and enthusiasm, like the returning hero he is. Betas nod their happy greetings, my mother and sister wave, Dina

Victor, I can see, only has

laughs at whatever they’re saying. Ian even goes so far as to grab the side

his teeth at him. Victor laughs, and so do I. The paramedic just shakes his head and keeps pushing, settling Victor into the living

bring Victor some sort of refreshment, and I smile to see Burton there. He catches my eye and gives me a smile and a deep

living room, I turn my attention back to Victor and our boys. They’re the only

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

and laughs at Alvin’s question. “You can keep it if you’d like,” Victor replies, “though I don’t know where

“Instead,” he suggests, “why don’t we just put wheels on all of our normal beds?

laughs at this, but it turns into a cough. I bite my lip, trying to keep my spirits up. But

Well, that he’s dying.

the doctors say there’s nothing

my hands. “Okay, everyone!” I say, putting on a bright smile. “Time to say goodnight! Victor needs his rest,

and Victor has absolutely nothing to do tomorrow. But, understanding, they smile at me and

morning. Tonight…I just want it to be us.