Six Months Later
Glancing over the latest instructions in cot building Daniella was at a loss. She listened to the pack working on the repairs she'd requested on the house. With the big day drawing near she'd been confined to the pack house in order to rest and not overexert herself. It was all right for Jason as he was still allowed to work. She'd been confined to rest by the pack doctor, James.
Even though Jason asked her not to she'd checked James's credentials. She didn't trust a doctor who demanded bed rest from a woman seven months pregnant. Okay, she wasn't a doctor, but she hated being put on bed rest, and it wasn't exactly bed rest, just rest.
Blowing the hair off her face she stared down at her rounded stomach. "I hope you come out soon, buddy. I need to get out and shift or do something. I'm getting bigger than an elephant." Rubbing her stomach, she glanced down at the instructions. Making a cot shouldn't be this difficult. It was her first time trying to make anything. Pushing her hair out of her way she knelt over the wood trying to figure out what each piece was.
The men were hammering away giving her a new porch. Jason's instructions were plain: do what she said.
Daniella had hated it at first, but having a pack full of men wanting to be nice was a welcome relief. She was never without company. Oliver was also being taught at home, and she had some company at all times.
"Jason's going to have a fit when he sees what you're trying to do," Katrina said, walking in with milk and cookies.
"Is that for me?" she asked.
"No, I've brought you milk and cookies to tease you. Of course they're for you." Katrina placed the tray on the nearest free surface before taking a seat. "Let's have a look at what you're trying to do."
Handing Katrina the instructions Daniella took a bite out of the baked cookies. After twenty minutes both of them hadn't assembled the tough cot.
"This is for your man," Katrina said.
As if Katrina's words brought him to life, Daniella looked in the doorway to see Jason leaning against it. "I told you I'd deal with the cot when I got home."
"I was bored, and you won't let me do anything."
"You're pregnant. Carrying my baby and you're a half breed. James instructed you to rest because of the dangers you face."
Katrina made herself scarce as Jason entered the room. He picked her up from the floor, kissing her deeply before going to his knees to kiss her stomach.
"Now, my dear wife, what can I help you with?" She stared at the ring on his finger showing to the world who he belonged to.
"Nothing. You can kiss me and tell me how sexy you think I am." She wrapped her arms around his neck and felt her cheeks heat as she struggled to get close to him. Her large stomach was once again in the way. "Forget telling me what you think of me."
"Hey, you're my beautiful, sexy, pregnant wife, and I'm going to love you no matter how big you get with my baby."
"Big?"
He silenced her with his lips, and Daniella couldn't remember why they were having a little argument. The last six months had been bliss. She'd been mated, married, knocked up, and treasured. With Jason's arms wrapped around her, Daniella felt like the luckiest woman in the world. The cot could wait, and so could all the repairs to the house. When Jason, her Alpha, her husband, was home, everything else could wait.
"I love you, baby."
"I love you, too."
Two months later, Daniella gave birth to a strong healthy daughter. Who looked just like her. She'd never forget the look on Jason's face as he stared down into his daughter. It was then she truly knew their love was absolute. The way he was looking at his daughter was similar to the way he looked at her. She couldn't believe how a sex slave like her could be mated to such a man, a man who is willing to. Move mountains just to make her happy. Jason never left her side throughout the labour. She looked Just like you, I will call her Ella. Jason announced. Daniella smiled, Ella it is, she said happily. Looking down at her daughter she couldn't thank the Moon Goddess enough.
The End