Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

Chapter 200

#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. All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

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?”

Slowly, as 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. Paying attention.

My breath catches in my chest as I look around now, seeing the limitless cosmos around me. An infinity of space and time that was, perhaps, always there – but that has now made itself known.

Then, a voice comes into my mind. And this too was perhaps it was always inside of me. But now, I hear it.

It’s not quite words, the communication, but…I hear it as such.

You are of us, it says. And like us, you are one. Sometimes many. Sometimes one.

With this, the stars begin to burn brighter and brighter –

I shut my eyes against the brightness of them – but – do I even have eyes to shut?

It does nothing 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, burning world of light.

It’s overwhelming, painful to see, and I gasp against it, raising my hand to shield my eyes –

But then it is gone.

And what it has left in its wake…I know. It has given me what I need.

“We are one,” I murmur, running my hand over Victor’s inert form next to me, watching the sparks rise where we touch. I allow my eyes to settle on that small little ember within him – all that is left. “Sometimes we are two…but we are one.”

Then, I 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 way, but enough. Enough to share.

“Take it,” I whisper – and again, it’s not words. Just…the message. I feel him respond, hearing me. “Take it,” I say again. “We are one.”

I watch as the bright yellow light that is me begins to fill his form as well. I feel him respond, his body drinking of it, the thirst in him slaking. He takes more and more, and I give it.

And I take of him too. Some part of me 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 break it in half,

and take part of it into me as well.

For hours, we stay like 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. Eons. It doesn’t matter.

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

I know that, from this, we can grow.

When I blink my eyes 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 inch, not all night.

I can feel him next to me, his breath coming steadily now, his pulse a warm throb in his veins.

Good, I think, so happy, so at peace. Good, good.

There is a difference, though, in me as well as him. I can feel 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, there is a lethargy in me now.

I know that this has happened because I gave him half of my strength, took half of his weakness into me.

But I don’t care, not one bit. Not an ounce. I’d do it again – give him all of me, if he needed it.

We are one, after all.

I feel him pull back from me then – not away. Just enough to look at my face.

My smile widens when I see the freshness of his skin, the brightness in his eyes. My Victor, returned to me. Retrieved from the brink of death.

I dragged him away from that edge, I know, by my sheer will.

His warm, marveling smile shows me that he knows it as well. That he saw what I saw, experienced what I experienced last night. As weak and inert as he had been…he was there.

Evelyn, he says to me, bringing a hand to my face and putting it against my cheek. No words now, just…mind to mind. Sharper than it’s ever been before. No longer do I have to read his words on his body, his face. Instead, he can place them now, so simply, into my mind.

As easy as breathing.

Good morning, I say to him in the same way, my smile radiant on my face. I missed you.

A miracle, he says to me, shaking his head slightly. You, Evie. A marvel.

I shake my head in denial, just a little, happiness suffusing my body. Us. We.

He nods, bringing his face down to mine, kissing me with everything he has, everything he is, everything we are. I deepen the kiss, bringing my leg up to hook over his hip, pulling him down on top of me.

A growl builds in Victor’s chest, hungry for me. I match it with my own.

He is famished, and so am I.

But breakfast can wait.

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