Twisted Love (Refurbishing)

Chapter Twenty Eight

I was currently taking residence in the kitchen, on the countertop stuffing my face with pickles listening to the conversation taking place between my father and my mate in the office. Finally giving into my craving that I've had for the past few days for pickles.  My ears zoomed in on their voices more carefully.

"Why would you think this Mason?" my father asked determined to get to the bottom of this. I listened to Mason tell my father everything I said to him about Henry. Thankfully he left out the part about me trying to kill myself.

I don't even know what is wrong with me these past couple of days, one minute I'm happy and love Mason so much and then the next day I'm depressed and longing for Henry to come here and save me. No one knows the full extent of my depression because I don't like opening up to anybody. But right now I honestly don't care what happens between me and Mason, even though I love him, I feel no guilt about Henry. See? Here I am being a bitch about my mate after all he has done for me. But right I'm more focused on this jar of pickles, which I must say are making my stomach do summersaults in heaven.

"I guess it is possible since she is a doppelgänger but highly unlikely, I will have a look into it and get back to you. But please keep your anger under control; you know she isn't coping well at the moment." My father's voice was calm and sensitive. I love that man with all my being.

The doorbell rang but I was not going to move from this spot until this pickle jar was empty. I heard Masons voice "Oh my Chinese is here!" his voice filled with excitement and hunger. Really, he just orders food after what happened. Asshole. Well I don't have the right to call anyone a asshole.

My dad scoffed "Seriously?"

I heard Masons feet walk towards the door "It helps me relax!" He says in defence, turning to look at my father.

"Mason, go and be with her. I'm going to call the pack doctor to come and see her."

I heard it close the door without a reply.

A doctor is he fricking serious! I can cope very well on my own. Well maybe not but I don't need no doctors.
Within seconds I watched his back walk towards the front door to collect Chinese. Yuk. Smell that.

When he turned around with the food in his hand, he made his way towards me, locking eyes. My father came out of his office and was following Mason.
My stomach tightened. I gulped back the sick feeling. No I was not nervous because Mason was coming back. That smell was making me gag, even though I love Chinese.

"What the hell did you buy?" I gagged again "it smells like shit!" They both looked at me and laughed and Mason sat the Chinese on the countertop. Since I can feel Mason's emotions I knew he was hurt, he was just putting on a facade in front of me and my father.

Speaking of which where is mother? "Daddy, where is mom?" I asked as they both began unwrapping food. The smell is horrendous, how can they can they stand that, ugh.

"She has gone shopping with Mason's mother." He tells me and I couldn't help but feel a little pushed to the side, so much for spending time with me.

When both men sat down on the breakfast bar to eat the Chinese, I sat the pickle jar down beside me. I gagged again; I knew I was going to be sick. My stomach twisted, I sucked it in as a reflex. I jumped down off the counter and turned my back to the two men, standing over the sink, I knew it was coming.

"Are you ok baby?" Mason asked instinctively.

"I'm going to be s..." I was cut short as I heaved the burning sensation in my throat made my eyes water and the vomit made its way into the sink. My hair was being pulled behind me and it was obvious to me it was Mason, from the close proximity of our bodies. After I was finished I wiped my mouth and turned on the faucet to let the vomit go down the train.

"Are you okay?" three deep voices asked at the same time.

All three of us turned our heads to the new voice, a small, baldy man stood at the entrance to the kitchen staring at me.

"Hello Larry, it's good of you to come so quickly. Perfect timing as you can see." Mason walked towards the man and shook his hand. They both walked back into the middle of the kitchen to greet me and my father.

"Larry this is Alpha Spence and his daughter and my mate Mia Spence." I smiled politely as Larry and my father exchanged a hand shake. All three looked at each other knowingly and then stared at me.

"Mia this is the pack doctor, Larry." My dad spoke this time, "he has come to talk to you and take some routine tests."

I groaned and Larry smiled "Come on Mia, the sooner we get started, the sooner it is over. We will go to the bedroom since it is the only place that is soundproof." Larry began to walk towards the stairs so I followed suit. Mason and my Father began to follow me. I wish they would piss off.

"Sorry you two but it is better if it is just me and Mia alone." Larry must be had read my mind (sarcasm), I like him already.

My father growled as he and Mason stopped, looking up and me and Larry who began to descend the stairs "Don't worry, I'm gay!" Larry shouted down at my father. I couldn't help but laugh, he is so loveable.

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"Do you still think about suicide or is it something that won't ever cross your mind again?" Larry has taken two blood tests from me already and has been asking me questions about my anxiety, Damon, depression, suicide, Henry, Mason and my parents for the past thirty minutes.

"I do think about it sometimes but I don't believe I would ever try and attempt it again." I stated and I was telling the truth. I don't think anything could get that bad again.

"Well that's good to hear. Now last but not least, can you tell me why you where vomiting when I entered?" he was taking notes on a piece of paper, his eyes analysing my body movement.

"I honestly don't know." I tell him truthfully with a shrug of the shoulders. He pushed his glasses higher on his nose before speaking, "Tell me the events leading up to the time you vomited."

I sighed "Well I was eating a jar of pickles..." Larry scrunched up his face, "Ha, I hate them too!" I laughed at him making his eyebrows furrow "Why were you eating them then?"

I shift in my seat trying to get comfortable "Oh I just had a sudden craving for them. Anyway, Mason and my father came into the kitchen with the Chinese food and the smell made me physically sick." I explain not even thinking about my words too much.

He nodded his head and slight smile on his face "Mia, when was your last period?" Hearing that, I couldn't even remember, "I don't know, maybe two months ago when I was with Damon." Realisation hit me "What are you trying to say Larry?" I was pretty sure what he was trying to say, but I won't believe it.

"I think you are pregnant my dear. Mason tells me you have been very irritable and moody the past two weeks." His smile, huge, shows off his white pearls.

My face fell; you have got to be kidding me. Why didn't I work it out!

"Do you want to do a test?" his smile softened as he saw the look on my face.

"Yeah." I breathed, lowering my gaze, I am praying it is negative please; I can't have a child while I'm like this. Fuck! I never used contraception because it takes a lot for a wolf to get pregnant. Normally for a wolf to get pregnant she needs to mate for a full day.

"Here you go." He handed me the pregnancy test and I entered the joint bathroom.

*

"Okay..." Larry said "It is time." My whole body was shaking in anxiousness, my heart palpitating as my palms sweat! I can't. O god! I can't have child, especially if it's the spawn of Damon. O double shit. No No No. The tears start pouring down my face at the thought, "I can't Larry, you do it."

He nodded and he lifted the test up.
"My dear Mia, It looks like you are going to be a mother." He half smiled at me.

I dropped to the ground. This aint happening. The tears blocked my vision and I couldn't breath.

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(Note) who's baby should it be? Mason or Damons?