My Dark and Powerful Mate

My Dark and Powerful Mate - chpt. 2

My Dark and Powerful Mate

Chapter two

 

            “I want to paint the room blue,” I declared.

            Rachel frowned, “But you’re going to be having a girl.”

            Dakota rolled her eyes, “It’s pretty obvious she’s having a boy, I agree with Haven, the room should be blue.”

            Logan looked lost as we bickered, “Why not yellow?”

            I turned and glared at him, “No, blue.”

            He swallowed, he was having troubles keeping up with me due to the changes in my mood. “But babe, we don’t know it’s a boy for sure. What if we have a girl? It’s better to paint the room a colour that is neutral.”

            I stood up and threw my hands in the air, “Fine do whatever! Paint it a puke brown for all I care! I’m hungry.” I turned and stalked away from the three of them, mad that I wasn’t getting my way. I heard footsteps behind me and then suddenly felt Logan’s hands around my waist, tickling me.

            “Stop!” I laughed, “Please stop!” Logan laughed and tickled underneath my arms making me squeal. “Logan!” I screamed, I hated and loved being tickled. Whenever I got into one of my moods, this seemed to be his way of bringing me back to the real world.

            Suddenly, I felt a jerk inside of my stomach and I stopped cold. Logan stopped to and spun me around to face him. There was another movement and I gasped before I smiled so large my cheeks started to ache.

            “What is it? Is everything okay?” Logan asked, worry coated his voice, he was already a protective father. The very idea of Logan being concerned about our baby warmed my heart.

            “He kicked again!” The baby had kicked before, but never to this magnitude. I felt another kick and reached for Logan’s hand before dragging it to my swollen stomach.

            “I don’t feel any—” Logan gasped as the baby kicked right underneath his hand. It was the first time he had felt it. At first his eyes widened and he froze as if he couldn’t really believe what was happening, but another kick from the baby seemed to free him and a breathtaking smile covered his face.

            “That’s crazy,” he breathed.

            I giggled, “I know!”

            Logan eye’s met mine for a brief second before he smashed his lips to mine. There was a lot of kissing these past few months, every advance in the pregnancy sent us lip locking. I guess it was the way we chose to celebrate, which was alright with me.

            “I’m still voting we paint the nursery pink!” Rachel declared. I broke apart from Logan and growled.

            “I’m not having a girl Rachel!”

            Dakota sighed, “Why don’t you just get an ultrasound?”

            I shook my head, “No, we will paint the room yellow. Just in case I’m wrong, which I’m not by the way.” Logan squeezed my hand and smiled at me, I returned his smile.

            “I’ll get some of the guys on it right away,” Logan assured. The whole pack was excited about the baby. It was the first child of an Alpha in years. The last Alpha never found his mate so there was no child to look after.