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.

he was awake, I could see him starting to figure out his situation. That the doctor kept

and the sedative. “Please,” Victor had said,

the doctor had prepared all the

things at home, interviewing and hiring nurses, preparing everyone for what

a man weep like that. As the daughter of an Alpha, I suppose I was used to men who kept their emotions

he had run out of tears. And then he had lifted his head to

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

that vulnerable, devastated brother as Rafe greets Victor, and I’m glad of it.

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

see, only has eyes for

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

paramedic says a stern word to Ian about jostling his father and Ian just bares his teeth at him. Victor laughs, and so do I. The paramedic

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

kitchen and the living room, I turn my attention back to Victor and our boys.

by his father’s legs. “Do you feel much better?

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

his dad’s face. “Instead,” he suggests, “why don’t we just put wheels on all

into a cough. I bite my lip, trying to keep my spirits up. But every time, every time things start to look bright, there is some

Well, that he’s dying.

the doctors say

“Okay, everyone!” I say, putting on a bright smile. “Time

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

slowly, everyone begins to leave. As I asked them to, earlier this morning.