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.

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

the doctor

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

I suppose I was used to men who kept their emotions

of tears. And then he had lifted

a good face, a cheerful family. To fight with

glad of it. Rafe is happy and excited to welcome his

stairs and 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

see, only has eyes for his

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

stern 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

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

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

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

Ian, nestled up against his side, and laughs at Alvin’s question. “You can keep it if you’d like,” Victor replies, “though I

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

my lip, trying to keep my spirits up. But every time, every time things

Well, that he’s dying.

And the doctors say there’s nothing I

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

down and Victor has absolutely nothing to do

earlier this morning. Tonight…I just want it to be us. Want it to be