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.

Victor slept 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

doctor before he could administer 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

had hesitated and then nodded. That night, the doctor had prepared all

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

Alpha, I suppose I was used to men who kept their emotions inside, who refused

out of tears. 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,

Victor, and I’m glad of it. Rafe is happy and excited to welcome his brother home,

and enthusiasm, like

I can see, only

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 along until he matches its speed and jumps

Ian about jostling his father and Ian just bares his teeth at him. Victor laughs, and so

Victor some sort of refreshment,

kitchen and the living room, I turn my attention back

sitting down by his father’s legs. “Do you feel much better? Do we get to keep this wheely

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

“Instead,” he suggests, “why don’t we just put wheels on all of our normal beds? We already have

bite my lip, trying to keep my spirits up. But every time, every time things start to look bright, there

Well, that he’s dying.

doctors say

everyone!” I say, putting on

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

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