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.

past few days in the hospital…they were fine. 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 that he

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

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

the hours that Victor did sleep, 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 likely coming

had never seen a man weep like that. As the daughter of an Alpha, I suppose I was used to men

of tears. And then he had

him a good face, a cheerful family. To fight with everything we had, in

I’m glad of it.

enthusiasm, like the

Victor, I can see, only

house, speaking rapidly to their father, who smiles down at them and laughs at whatever they’re saying. Ian even

about jostling his father and Ian just bares his teeth at him. Victor laughs, and so do I. The paramedic just shakes

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 refreshment, and I smile

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

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

nestled up against his side, and laughs at Alvin’s question. “You can keep it if

just put wheels

keep my spirits up. But every time, every time things

Well, that he’s dying.

the doctors say there’s nothing I can

on it, I stand up straight and clap my hands. “Okay, everyone!” I say, putting on

a lie, of course – everyone knows it. The sun has barely gone down and Victor has absolutely nothing

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