Pregnant As A Rejected Mate

Braidlynn's POV

I was glad that Claira and Rhys got along as well as they did. I was scared that Rhys would be mad or even furious and never want to talk to either of us. He surprised me when he stayed there with us and talked the whole time. Even when our daughter fell asleep, he asked about how life was going for me as a single mother. I couldn’t' lie to him, so I admitted that it was really hard and I barely made it. We were running out of space in the apartment, so I have been secretly looking at a couple houses near the area and close to the daycare center, but I couldn't find one. I didn't want one too big, but I needed space. With everything that has been going on, I needed a room for work, I needed a room for me to sleep in and one for Claira, and a guest room for when I had company like MaKala and Marcus, and even one for Rhys if he ever decided he wanted to spend time with his daughter. I wouldn't mind that. Plus, I needed a larger kitchen area. I have been cooking for us, MaKala, Marcus, and if Rhys wanted food, then him too.

I was tired I have to admit and I could see Rhys's eyes drooping too. After a couple minutes in silence, I couldn't hold back what words slipped from my mouth.

"I'm sorry for everything. I carried your child, and ran, avoiding telling you and everyone that I was pregnant. I know I shouldn't have, but what else was there for me in that life? I'm glad I moved here, but then again, I'm not. I wish I would have told you and my parents. But, I had to keep her safe, no matter what the cost."

As I said that, my eyes stayed glued to the floor, afraid of the look I might receive from Rhys. I heard a sigh and footsteps walking across the floor to crouch in front of me. Soft, long fingers tucked under my chin and lifted it up; making me look into those eyes I loved so much.

"I understand completely why you kept her from me. I rejected you like an idiot, and I got what I deserved by the way I treated you. Yeah, I'm a little mad that you kept her from me after all this time, but I have her and you both now, so I'm okay." He said that in such a loving voice, I wanted to cry. What was up with me and crying tonight? I feel like a big baby.

"Well, what are we going to do about visiting rights and things? I want you to be in her life as much as possible, but with you still living there and me living here; it's going to be a little hard." I said. He slid his hand out from under my chin, and grabbed my hands which were lying in my lap. When he wrapped his large hands around mine, tingles shot up my arm and sent pleasure throughout my body. I kept a moan from escaping my throat. Holding my hand is all it takes to send me into this state? Good grief I'm so weak!

"You and her can come back with me! You can move into my house across from the Pack House. We could explain to everyone that I rejected you but you both are back to stay! They would not judge you in any way with you being the Female Alpha!" I could see hope in his eyes. I didn't know what to say. I will admit is sounded nice to live with him and my daughter as a family, but I angered at the other issue in the comment he made.

"So you think that I am going to move with my daughter basically across country, to a setting and place she is not even close to getting used to, because you want to spend time with her? You want to make me quit the great job and reputation I have here so we can play house in a pack that doesn't even know me, let alone my daughter? How do you think they will treat her Rhys?! They will think she is different because her mother was rejected, so surely there's something wrong with her! I'm not moving my little girl to a different country, taking away her friends and family she has made here, change the way she does things now, and change her life forever. I want her to live a life as normal as I can manage it to be!"

By then, I was yelling. I was beyond mad and he knew it. He squeezed my hands in his trying to calm me down. Usually, it would have worked, but since my anger is this strong and is pointed towards him, there was no way he was getting out of this war. He wants me to hang up my life, along with Claira's, so we could play a sick game of life? He wanted to pretend that nothing ever happened between us. He wanted me to forget the fact that he rejected me for another woman, and never bothered to look for me, or even call or check o me to see how I was. It hurt a lot, especially since he wanted me to pause my daughter's life so he could be in it. Claira had just settled down in her life, and now he wants me to make her move, changing it to a whole new level, confusing her? I want her to grow up being who she is, not someone her father wants her to be. She will not be influenced in any negative way like that, that she needs to be what people want her to be. I will not allow it.