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.

were fine. Victor slept most of the time, with me by his side. But in the hours that he was awake,

up a hand to stop the doctor before he could administer the pain killers and the sedative. “Please,” Victor had said,

then nodded. That night, the doctor had prepared all the paperwork to

preparing everyone for what was to come. Rafe had

had never seen a man weep like that. As the daughter of an Alpha, I suppose I was used to men who kept

And then he had lifted his head to

Victor comfortable. To show him a good face, a cheerful family. To fight with everything we had, in the privacy of

as Rafe greets Victor, and I’m glad of it. Rafe

greets him with happiness and enthusiasm, like the returning hero he is. Betas nod their happy greetings, my

see, only

run alongside the gurney as it wheels through the house, 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

word to Ian about jostling his father and Ian just bares his teeth at him. Victor laughs, and so do I. The paramedic just shakes his head and keeps pushing, settling Victor into

following behind. Bridgette and Rafe head into the kitchen to bring Victor some sort of refreshment,

I turn my attention back to Victor and our boys. They’re the only thing that really matters

on the gurney now, sitting down by his father’s legs. “Do you

is bright as he puts an arm around Ian, nestled up against his side, and laughs at Alvin’s question. “You can keep it if you’d like,” Victor replies, “though I don’t know where we’ll put

suggests, “why don’t we just put wheels on all of

I bite my lip, trying to keep my spirits

Well, that he’s dying.

say

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 a big day

gone down and Victor has absolutely nothing to do tomorrow. But, understanding, they smile at me and begin to gather around Victor,

leave. As I asked them to, earlier this morning.