Are You Serious, Dude? (Slowly Editing)

Chapter 16 - Beginnings

Kyla's POV

We've been married now for a little over a week. I'm sure the newly-wed bliss will fade eventually, but for no, I couldn't be happier.

Right now, we're at the home improvement store in the next town over, picking out paint colors for our new house. We've settled on a soft blue for our room, the dinning room, and the kitchen, a light peach color for the entry-way, and a soft minty green color for the bathrooms and hallways. We'll wait to pick out colors for the other bedrooms until we know what to do with them. We want to start a family, so if we get pregnant before Riley takes over as Alpha, we'll wait until we find out if we're having a boy or a girl to paint.

We put the cans of paint in our cart, get the other items necessary for painting-paintbrushes of different sizes, rollers, paint pans, painter's tape, tarps, stirring sticks, etc,- and check out.

At home, after taking the furniture out of our room, we set of the tape and tarps. I set up the paint pans and put together the rollers, and Riley opens a can of blue paint. He stirs it, then pours some into two pans, one for me and one for him. I hand him a roller and we get started.

Now, I feel I should warn you. I have never painted with a roller. It's a heck of a lot harder than it looks. It takes some serious muscle to it for any length of time. I was grunting from the effort within fifteen minutes. Before i took a break, I was determined to finish this wall. There was one little strip of white wall left before the window, where Riley was working. With one last grunt, I put a good shove into it. And my roller bounced off the wall. With my momentum though, me and the roller kept going. It all happened in the blink of an eye, but I watched in slow motion as the roller hit Riley's arm, rolled up, skipped up his shoulder, and rolled up his ear.

Riley just blinked, stilling his brush. Then he turned to look at me.

I coudn't help it. I burst out laughing. Oh, my gosh. He's blue.

"That color really makes your eyes pop, babe." i say, giggling. He just gives me a look. Then before i can blink, his free arm snaps out and he grabs my waist, pinning me to his solid chest, my arms pinned to my sides. His detail brush in hand, he swipes it up my face, making me gasp. Oh, no, he did not.

"It was an accident when I did it!" I yell, squirming in his grasp.

He laughs, the sound vibrating through his chest, and through me.

"But that color looks so pretty on you babe. Really makes you're eyes pop." he chuckles.

I hmph. "You're really lucky I love you, or it would be so on." I say.

We eventually finished painting the house a few weeks later, after many more similar incidents. We decorated the house as well, finding furniture, curtains, and decorations for the home. 

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We've been married now for a little over six months. We're at the pack house right now, hanging out with the pack, I'm sitting on Riley's lap, snuggled against his chest. We're watching Forest Gump again with the pack in the common room. Liam is snuggled against my side. Even though we see each other just about every day, he still says it's not the same as living with me. So he glues himself to my side whenever he can.

A wave of nausea hits me, and I clamp my hand over my mouth. I've been feeling sick for about a week, which is weird, because werewolves hardly ever get sick.

Another wave hits me again. stronger this time, and I shoot to my feet and sprint to the bathroom. I make it to the toilet just in time to empty the contents of my stomach for the third time in the tast two days.