Ugh, he makes my blood boil, and I can't take it sometimes. It's alright he always apologizes, but I wish there was nothing to apologize for. But doesn't this always happen in relationships? Fights, and stuff. But I should apologize too because this kidnapping affected both of us so freaking much, it is awful.
I made the muffins and then took them to the warriors and their wives. They all were too kind to me, they tried to invite me in and feed me. Most of the wives, I bet could sense that I was pregnant. So, the whole pack will know soon.
I am extremely exhausted and I have done almost nothing or at least close to that.
What the hell?
I wish I can just jump in his arms, and everything would be okay, but I am not a little girl anymore. I am pregnant, and that should be my number one priority. To keep my baby safe. To keep myself safe, I have never been able to fully understand why I am who I am.
How many girls, get locked up by their ex-best friend? Then get saved by the man you love, with your entire soul. I wound up finding up I was pregnant. Something I didn't even know, I wanted until now.
I am afraid though, I can't go back to school and I don't want to be trapped. I have Alpha blood which is extremely rare. I don't know how pregnancies like this go. I was only there for my mother when they popped out. My stepfather grew extremely possessive over her and took care of her during her pregnancies.
I really hate when someone tries to control my life. That is what my mate likes to do. I know it is for my safety, but at some point, you have to remove the training wheels. I want a chance at life, I already was locked up, I am not doing this to my son.
I am assuming his gender because, I feel like it's a boy. I don't actually know the gender since, I don't even know how far along I am.
Note to self: Go see pack doctor.
I am not excited to blow up, who really is? But I am excited to see him. Strong fertility and good births run in my family, so my baby should be fine, my mom jokes about us having uteruses made of steel. I am a safe home for him.
I walk into the living room to find nobody. But honestly, I am okay with that. I place my hand on my belly that looks the same as it did a week ago.
"I don't know how small you are but, I can't wait to see you." Wait if he is super small does he feel the warmth of my hand? I wonder what they do in there, do they party? Cry? Question why the hell their mother is eating certain stuff? They play with your emotions like it's operation and you don't have a steady hand.
I wonder how come people don't remember what it's like to be in the womb or be a baby? Wait, fuck I just realized that half of this baby has my DNA and the other half has his. Oh, brother, this baby is going to be a force to be reckoned with. Oh my god, I am now picturing what he may look like.
What if he has Anthony's eyes and all other features but hair like mine. Dark hair with natural brown highlights. He would be so freaking adorable. At least I know we have good genes physically, but mentally not so much.
I laugh at that. Wait, I am enjoying my own company, for once. I am being myself again.
I hear the door slam shut and my whole body becomes still. I keep my hand on my belly as I get up.
I want to know who it is, my mom is working, the boys are seeing Santa or some crap. That's right, I am trying to get rid of my fowl mouth.
I know it will be challenging, but who cares. I turn the corner to see my man. He looks frustrated and stressed.
"I'm so sorry-" I don't hesitate to approach him. I want to apologize to him, he deserves it and if I can have this one, he gets the next one.
"I am a hormonal mess right now and I know how you get, this is your baby too. You are extremely caring, all I love you so freaking much. But you can't contain me inside a metaphorical bubble. It is not fair to me, I already was trapped, I don't want to endure those feelings again. I know, I would be with you, but I was trapped by someone I loved and that made me hate the very ground he walked on. I don't want to hate anything, especially you. For God's sake, I love you so so much." He pulls me into a death grip of a hug.
"I love you too." He says, as I breathe in his scent. Oh, God does he smell like home.
"Besides we have a baby to look forward to. Also, I getting huge and super hormonal to look forward too. You get to help deal with my crazy mood swings and my cravings for food." I can heal a low rumble of a laugh come from him.
"I can't wait, also I read a few things online and my mom said you will be going through a few changes that I will be accustomed to love." I step back out of his grasp.
"Like what?" I ask as a smile spreads across his face.
"The first couple of months, I am going to be your number one craving and during those months your boobs will grow bigger so that you can produce milk." So we get a child and I get bigger breasts that is wonderful. Note the sarcasm there, you don't want boobs unless you got them.
"So that explains my cravings. It really hasn't been food. It has been you." I laugh and he picks me up bridal style and takes me up to my room to fulfill my cravings.
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