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

the pain killers and the sedative. “Please,” Victor had said, his voice perfectly calm. “If I have a limited amount of time left, let me spend it awake. Let me be with my

night, the doctor had

and hiring nurses, preparing everyone for what was to come. Rafe had taken it the hardest, the news that Victor was likely coming

used to men who kept their emotions inside, who refused to be

had wept, his shoulders shaking, until he had run out of tears. And

plan to make Victor comfortable. To show him a good face, a cheerful family. To fight with everything we had,

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

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

only has eyes

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 its speed and jumps up, beginning to climb

and so do I. The paramedic just shakes his head and keeps pushing, settling Victor into the living room

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 refreshment, and I smile to see Burton

turn my attention back

also up on the gurney now, sitting down by his father’s legs. “Do you feel much better? Do we get to keep this wheely bed

puts an arm around Ian, nestled up against his side, and laughs at

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

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 dark reminder that

Well, that he’s dying.

doctors say there’s

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

barely gone down and Victor has absolutely nothing to do tomorrow. But,

leave. As I asked them to, earlier this morning. Tonight…I just