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.

The 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 wasn’t getting any better.

The last time, Victor had put up a hand to stop the 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 awake. Let me be with my family.”

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

send Victor home.

In 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 home for the last time.

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

kept their emotions inside, who refused to be that vulnerable in front of anyone, let alone a woman.

But Rafe? He had wept, his shoulders shaking, until he had run out of tears. And then he had lifted his

head to mine and nodded once, agreeing to my plan.

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

everything we had, in the privacy of our home.

Now there is no sign of that vulnerable, devastated brother as Rafe greets Victor, and I’m glad of it.

Rafe is happy and excited to welcome his brother home, and I know that it is best.

As the paramedics carry Victor up the porch stairs and wheel him into the house, everyone greets him

with happiness and enthusiasm, like the returning hero he is. Betas nod their happy greetings, my

mother and sister wave, Dina laughs and gives him a wide smile.

But Victor, I can see, only has eyes for his children.

Alvin and Ian run alongside the gurney as it wheels through the house, speaking rapidly to 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 up, beginning to climb up to get

closer to the dad.

The paramedic says a stern word to Ian about jostling his father and Ian just bares his teeth at him.

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

the living room where I’ve cleared a space.

I follow Victor 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 to see Burton

there. He catches my eye and gives me a smile and a deep nod, which I return.

But then, leaning against the arch between the kitchen and the living room, I turn my attention back to

Victor and our boys. They’re the only thing that really matters today.

“Papa,” Alvin says, 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 when you don’t need it anymore?”

Victor’s face is bright as he puts an arm around Ian, nestled up against his side, and laughs at Alvin’s

question. “You can keep it if you’d like,” Victor replies, “though I don’t know where we’ll put it.”

Ian, intrigued, studies his dad’s face. “Instead,” he suggests, “why don’t we just put wheels on all of our

normal beds? We already have room for those.”

Victor truly laughs at this, but it turns 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 he is…

Well, that he’s dying.

Slowly dying. And the doctors say there’s nothing I can do.

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

bright smile. “Time to say goodnight! Victor needs his rest, he’s got a big day tomorrow!”

It’s a lie, of course – everyone knows it. The sun has barely gone down and Victor has absolutely

nothing to do tomorrow. But, understanding, they smile at me and begin to gather around Victor, saying

their goodnights.

Then, slowly, everyone begins to leave. As I asked them to, earlier this morning. Tonight…I just want it

to be us. Want it to be the family.

As Rafe and Bridgette head out the door, though, I hesitate and tug on Rafe’s sleeve.

He turns to me, curious.

“Would it be all right,” I say quietly, looking between him and Bridgette, “to ask you to stay?”

He c***s his head at me, curious.

“It’s just…” I say, biting my lip. “I won’t be able to carry him upstairs by myself. And I think it will be

better for him. To be in his own bed.”

Rafe nods, understanding, and turns to Bridgette, silently asking her permission.

“Oh sure,” she says, nodding quickly, her eyesbrows raised. “Yes, that’s fine.” She gives us a big smile

and then heads down the stairs to where my mother is standing by the car.

“Emma will take care of her,” I say to Rafe, smiling up at him. “Thank you.”

He nods, smiling down at me. “No, it’s good,” he says, looking over at his brother. “I’m glad to be here.

It feels right.”

I join Rafe, then, in looking at Victor in that moment. We both stand quietly and watch Victor joke with

his sons, laughing at their little jokes and antics.

In a few minutes, though, Victor raises his eyes to mine and looks at me seriously. Letting me know,

without words, that he’s tired and would like a rest. I nod to him and smile and give Rafe a nudge,

letting him know that it’s time.

Then, as Rafe goes over to his brother and slips one arm behind his back and another beneath his

knees, lifting him with apparent ease, I steel myself.

Because tonight, I know, will likely be the longest and most difficult night of my life.