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"Do you have the stuff already?" I ask James directly; his answer is prompt.

"Yes, it is quite a simple process actually. You would just have to go to the infirmary where the machine is. You may even be able to learnt he gender of the baby soon."

I simply nod my head; I haven't even thought about the gender of the baby. I only picture me holding them in a soft blanket and looking at their piercing blue eyes.

Are you sure you're okay? Christian asks me once more, but uses our mind link this time.

Yes, just doing a lot of thinking.

About what?

Do I tell him the truth about my sister and how much I am afraid of her wrapping a noose around my neck so she can take everything I have and making sure I can't do anything about it? Or do I tell him about how much he simple thought of Morana hurting anyone in our pack sends a bad shiver down my spine? How about how in my newly found memories of us how easily I used to laugh with her as a child but feel nothing but pure hatred for her now? Or do I lie and use anything else roaming around in my mind as an excuse?

Food seems to be the only thing at the moment, I didn't think I was that hungry, I finally tell him.

Guilt starts to seed itself as he gives me a look, telling me that he knows that I just lied straight to his face.

"If you would like to proceed with the ultrasound, when would you like me to schedule it?" James asks us, a reminder that we aren't alone.

I look back at Christian, I don't think I can trust my voice at the moment. If I open my mouth, then I may start to cry and beg him for forgiveness for lying. Okay, I might not cry but I would ask sincerely for him to forgive me; and my voice would definitely crack under pressure. 

"Some time today or tomorrow will be fine," he answer, he doesn't look at me.

Out of my peripheral vision, I see James nod his head then walk away. Soon I hear the door click shut and Christian finally looks at me

"Do you not trust me enough to tell the truth? I know you were thinking about Morana, it's all you really think about now," he whispers out.

Hurt is evident in his voice; I feel a tear fall down my cheek. 

"It's not that, it's just that I don't want you to worry about this while you already have so many," I speak softly.

"What is yours is mine and what is mine is yours, you told me this when I finally let you help me with burying my parents. Morana is no more your problem than she is mine; she is actually supposed to be more of my problem because you don't nee to be stressing, I read that stress is bad for the baby."

"I know, I don't want her to be here right now or at all. I'm no use to the pack pregnant, and if she decides to come early, I don't know what we will do."

I'm full on crying right now.

"Hey, you're doing an amazing job at keeping this pack together where you are standing, don't underestimate yourself. You started our new program and made sure that Theo was in charge because you know that he will do this best of actually working them,  you keep up with all the chores that need to be done with barely any help, and you helped me put this office back in order."

His voice is so calming that it makes me feel better. I clear my throat to knock back the rest of my tears.

"It's almost lunch time, why don't you eat before everyone bombards the pantry then take a nap?" he asks me.

"I can't, I need to make lunch."

"I can do it."

"No I will," I reply stubbornly.

he throws his hands up in a surrender, "fine; whatever the mamma wants, she will get."

Luna, Alpha, the ultrasound is scheduled for 1:00. Is this okay or would you rather do it at another time? I can easily change it to a different time so don't worry about it. However, i know that lunch at the main house is soon so I spoke to Jazmyn and she told me to tell y'all that she can makes some mean sandwiches; whatever that may mean, James correlates to us both.

Before I can reply first, Christian tells him that the time is perfect and couldn't be better scheduled. I grumble a few words of where he can kiss me. He chuckles as I make my way to go to the infirmary, but Christian easily catches up to me.

"I would gladly kiss you there and anywhere else you would even remotely want me to," he whispers seductively in my ear as we enter the hallway.

A gasp escapes my lips as I swivel my head to make sure that no one else heard that. I know that we don't have to hide how intimate we are, but it doesn't mean that I want everyone to know my business. Christian lets out a small chuckle as he takes my hand in his.