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.

most of the time, with me by his side. But 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

pain killers and the sedative. “Please,” Victor had said, his voice perfectly calm.

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

hiring nurses, preparing everyone for what

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

run out of tears. And then

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

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

Victor up the porch stairs and wheel him into the house, everyone greets him with happiness and enthusiasm, like the returning

only has eyes for

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

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 the

into the room and my mother and sister come as well, Delia following behind. Bridgette and Rafe head into the kitchen to bring Victor some sort of

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

legs. “Do you feel much better? Do

he puts an arm around Ian, nestled up against his side, and laughs at Alvin’s question. “You can keep it if

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

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

Well, that he’s dying.

And the doctors say there’s nothing I can

say, putting on a bright smile. “Time to say goodnight! Victor needs his rest, he’s got a big day

lie, of course – everyone knows it. The sun has barely gone down and Victor has absolutely nothing to do tomorrow. But, understanding, they smile at me and

this morning. Tonight…I just want it