Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 200 – Miracle

I feel, suddenly, as if I am inside a dream.

It’s a waking one, though, in which I am fully conscious, which is very new for me. And very unnerving.

I feel myself in a separate space – a world with its own rules, its own gravity and physics. But there’s nothing here. There is just darkness, blackness. Even as I look down at myself – to where I should be – I see…nothing. No form, just darkness.

“This is not right,” I murmur, and then I’m shocked when the world responds.

Not with words, or any sort of communication, but it just…rights itself.

As I watch, a body comes into being beneath me. My body – almost. It’s mine, because when I look down at it, it is where my own body should be. And when I move, lifting my hands to look at them, the hands move.

But it’s also not my body – or at least not as I’ve seen it before. Instead, this body is…transparent? I don’t know how to describe it, but I can see through it, almost, to the stuff within. And instead of being filled with muscles and organs and sinew it’s…

Well, it’s glowing.

Inside of this body is what looks like a well of sunlight, glowing and sparkling and shining out from within. A bright, happy, rich well of life and joy.

Could that be me? I wonder, marveling at it. But then, remembering my life, my reality, I look up and out into the rest of this world.

There’s another figure there, now, laying in the space not far from me. I move towards it and it comes closer, though I cannot see myself passing through space or time.

This one is…it is sick. Transparent as well, it is collapsed down, the light within it barely a tiny ember. Half of the body is black – the head, the extremities, empty of light. Instead, just this little piece of light brightens the body’s core. And it is nearly out.

“Victor,” I whisper, knowing that it is him. Knowing also, somehow, that this space that we find ourselves in – it is what is between us. A physical manifestation of it that we’ve somehow accessed, perhaps by sheer will and desperation.

I kneel down next to him, putting my hands out, touching him. I can feel this new form beneath me, feel its dark reality. When I run my hands over his body, sparks fly where they touch. But they add no light – they merely fade out into the darkness.

“Please,” I say, turning my face towards the darkness. “I don’t…I don’t understand. How can I help him?”

existence around us. Just tiny pinpricks all around – stars opening their eyes,

around me. An infinity of space and time that was, perhaps, always there

into my mind. And this too was perhaps it was

not quite words, the communication, but…I

says. And like

begin to

brightness of them – but – do I even have eyes

against the knowledge, or what I see, as the light brightens, brightens, filling the space, until what were once pinpricks expand to touch each other with their light, and then expand further to fill the whole world around us, becoming one bright,

gasp against it, raising my hand

then it is

it has left in its wake…I

we touch. I allow my eyes to settle on that small little ember within him

lay this body down next to his, and I let our forms merge, the edges of mine passing seamlessly through the edges of his. Not all the

Just…the message. I feel him respond, hearing me. “Take it,”

him respond, his body drinking of it, the thirst in him slaking. He takes more and more, and I

reaches towards that low ember inside of him and takes it, blowing on it to bring it life, kindling it to be more. Then, when it has a steady flame, I

I honestly don’t know –

we are finished, we are each half-filled with light, with a burning ember at our hearts. And I know it

that, from this, we can

open, the soft yellow light of dawn fills the room, and I feel a smile on my lips. My arms are still wrapped around Victor, my head still tucked under his chin. I haven’t moved at all, not one

to me, his breath coming steadily now, his

I think, so happy, so at

it in my own body. I am not weak, precisely. But I am…weaker. My body doesn’t have the verve and the energy that it had yesterday, the life that felt like it came in in limitless supply. Instead,

I gave him half of my strength, took half of his weakness into

I’d do it again – give him all

are one, after