Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 199

Rafe carefully places Victor on his side of the bed while I pull back the sheets. The two brothers cheerfully joke about the battle and the siege, about what happened next and how poor Rafe had to clean up Victor’s mess while Victor had what Rafe calls a “nice four-day nap.” Victor laughs at this and teases his brother, but I can see that his heart isn’t in it.

He just wants to sleep, I know.

But he’s honestly so sick, so tired that…I don’t know if he’ll wake up.

ts in around him. I see that Rafe comes to it as well and does his best to keep the knowledge of it off his face. As Victor looks between us, I know that we’re both failing.

’m glad that we have…fixed things. Between us. After so many years.”

that.”

e smiles at us and then heads for the door. I walk with

e I can hear them playing. “Will you put them to bed? And…

e nods quietly to me and I can see the grief plain on his face now. N

Victor, leaning against it.

he laugh that bursts out of me. “I mean,” I say, shrugging. “I can hook it back up, if you want to. Who knows who might call.”

n opens his arms. “No,” he says. “No interruptions. I just wan

el a slight tremor in the muscles of his arms. God, I’ve never seen him so weak.

Victor says quietly, his mouth against my hair. “If

at. Not for a long time.”

and give me a kiss, and then we’ll go to sleep. I am…so tired.”

ringing my face to his. The kiss he gives me – it sweeps through me, the first real

a force of nature ready to take on the world.

hough. His love for me is evergreen, even if his body is failing.

see that his eyes are half closed with exhaustion.

urn off the light, I can see that he is already asleep.

rs pass, Vict

nutes by.

c.

e can possibly survive.

at his wrist. “No, Victor. This is not how it ends.”

up next to him, putting my hands on his shoulders, shaking him. I ha

the hell else am I supposed to do?

st falls to the side. “Wake up!” I say. “I need you to fight!”

, or worse. Passed out? Crossing over some border between

come faster as my panic overtakes me. st, st – what the hell was I supposed t

uldn’t begin to name it, or its source. But I act upon it, having nowhere else to turn.

ke off all my clothes – every stitch of them. So I do it. I don’t

s clothes as well, pulling them off his body and hurling them frantically to the floor. When his tshirt w

ave work to do next.

climb back into the bed and press my body against his, the front of me against his side, one arm wrapped around his w

this, it was always because there was a heat and a need. But that is absent now.

y here, a deep connection that I feel as my skin presses against his

the feeling of me next to him. He doesn’t wake up, but his sleeping body turns to me then, wrapping his arms around me so that we are pressed closely against one another.

that my breath comes hot on his throat.

me, as close as I can get, whispering his name.

and the world falls awa