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?”

I watch, lights blink into existence around us. Just tiny pinpricks all around – stars opening their eyes, making their presence known. Planets. Galaxies. All suddenly turning their faces towards us, blinking.

me. An infinity of space and time that was, perhaps, always there – but that has now made itself

a voice comes into my mind. And this too was perhaps it was always inside of me. But

communication, but…I

And like us, you are one.

stars begin to burn brighter

–

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

I gasp against it, raising my hand to shield my

then it is

wake…I know. It

Victor’s inert form next to me, watching the sparks rise where we touch. I allow my eyes to settle

let our forms merge, the edges of mine passing seamlessly through the edges

whisper – and again, it’s not words. Just…the message. I feel him

I feel him

it, blowing on it to bring it life, kindling it to be more. Then, when it has a

this. Or at least, I think it’s hours. I honestly don’t know – time works…differently in this half-state. Hours, minutes, months, years.

are each half-filled with light, with

from

my lips. My arms are still wrapped around Victor, my head still tucked under his chin. I

feel him next to me, his breath coming steadily now,

so happy, so at peace. Good,

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

because I gave him half of my strength, took half of

do it again – give him all of me, if he needed

one, after