Three years later
There I sat, ok stood, ok paced, leaving a mark in the carpet in mine and Preston's bedroom. As a twenty year old woman who didn't want to be with her mate, I was doing alright. After the incident Peston and I agreed it would be best to wait for pups, thinking we should give it time for the whole thing to blow over before putting a new life at risk.
Sometimes I wished we didn't wait, seeing as how my brothers little baby boy grew up, learning to walk and talk while I didn't even have a kid of my own. Despite my thoughts when we found out Sierra was pregnant, Preston told me later he wanted to wait to give us both time to settle into our roles. He'd recently marked me and we were the alpha and Luna of a pack, I understood at the time and I still do. The only thing that could possibly change my 'understanding' was if I ended up-
I cut myself off, it wasn't possible. Sure I'd been having to run to the bathroom every morning for the past couple days and I'm a few days late for my cycle, it's not big deal. I'm definitely not-
I sighed, Sierra had convinced me to take a test, but while I was waiting for the results I was near having a mental breakdown. I didn't tell Preston of my worries, afraid he'd get upset if he found out. It was his idea to wait after all and because I'd pushed him, well, here we are.
I glanced at my watch quietly, trying to gouge how much time I've been pacing worriedly.
A whole whoppin' minute. I grumbled quietly, making sure to hide my thoughts. The worst part about this -currently- was not knowing. It was making me anxious and I didn't like it, I liked being calm. At least in front of other people.
Trying to distract myself, I scrolled through Facebook, grinning at the memories that popped up when Preston and I got married. Weddings might be more for humans, but what can I say? I thought it was interesting. The comments were mostly friends and family, telling us how happy they were for us and that we looked cute together.
I quickly jotted down my reply to that comment: it's me who makes us look cute, Preston has no part in it at all XD
Moments later my comment got a reply: whatever helps you sleep at night babe ;)
Oh, like the stuffy you snuggle with whenever I'm late to bed?
Now that's just rude. Preston pouted over the comments, just moments before sending me an actual text; just remember what the punishment is for naughty girls
I could practically hear his smirk, rolling my eyes and leaving him on 'read'. Glancing at my watch I realized my distraction worked and it was time to look at the results. My hands grew sweaty and I fought the urge to throw it away without looking at it. I needed to know.
Before I could change my mind I marched into the bathroom and stared at the little strip that would change my life forever.
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I was on the verge of a panic attack. I told Sierra the results of the test and she comforted me, promising everything will be fine and that Preston won't care in the way I've been thinking. But she did tell me I needed to tell him so he at least knew why I was upset, and I reluctantly agreed.
Now, sitting on my bed and fidgeting with my phone while I waited, I wasn't sure it was a good idea. I stood to leave, unable to take the pressure any longer when Preston came in, his face full of worry.
"Hey, what's wrong? Have you been crying?" I smiled softly at my mates concern, it helped ease my nerves. I nodded softly and pulled him into a hug quietly, taking time to calm down. "Es, you have to tell me what's wrong so I can help........." Preston reminded me gently, worry lacing his tone.
"Preston..." I paused, wiping my eyes. "Can you promise you won't get upset? Please?" I knew it was a lot to ask of him, but in this moment I really needed to know.
"Of course I won't Es, what's going on?" He replied gently, stroking my hair. His hand froze as soon as he registered my next sentence, and I waited quietly for his real reaction.
"I'm pregnant."
Preston was silent, the only sound in the room was my choked whimpers and our breathing. In a split second my amazing mate pulled me into a bear hug, beaming proudly. "Are you serious?! Why would I be upset Es? This is the second best moment of my life!" I sniffed.
"And your first?"
"Meeting the one who changed my life," he kissed my cheek lovingly before suddenly releasing me with a panicked expression. "Oh no- I didn't hurt the baby did I?"
I snickered, which turned into full blown laughter before I could stop it. He was watching me, panicked and worried while I practically had a mental breakdown after he worried he'd hurt the baby.
"No babe, you didn't hurt the baby. The baby is well protected in the womb." I replied between laughs.
"How would you know?" He squinted at me.
"Sierra told me that that's what the pack doctor told her after she tripped while trying to carry stuff into the house, and she was further along than I am."
"Fine, I'll accept that- wait, does that mean she knew before I did?" He frowned, pouting like I'm sure our child will eventually.
"Yeah...... sorry...... I was just worried you'd reject the baby and asked for advice."
He pulled me into another hug, this one gentle and loving. "I would never do that Es, I'm so excited to be a dad." I grinned and snuggled into his chest, proud of myself for being strong enough to carry through with this conversation.
"Let's start planning what their room will be like, I prefer something prison-y just in case it's a girl and I have to chase off the boys." I smacked his arm playfully and rolled my eyes.
"No, if it's a girl we're gonna stay up late on school nights talking about boys and crushed and that your feet smell bad." I shot back snarkily, laughing as he pouted some more.
"My feet don't smell bad! They're just a bit sweaty sometimes." He mumbled grumpily.
After that we pretty much talked about our child's future, what school they'd go to, what the rules of the house would be, stuff like that. Before I knew it I was passed out, leaning on my mates shoulder. After the emotionally exhausting day I've had, you can't really blame me. All I really knew was I was going to have my own family, and I would do anything to keep them safe.
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Several months later
"Why don't you just tell me what the doctor said!? Am I going to have a niece, or a nephew?!?" I laughed at my brother, he'd been pestering me for weeks now, wanting to know what the baby was going to be and what we were going to name it. But, to his despair, Preston and I agreed to keep it a secret until the baby was born and we could do a proper naming ceremony.
"Please!" Evan begged, clinging to my arm while I grabbed my bag from the car.
"No way Evan, I told you, we-" I paused at a sharp pain in my gut, followed by an unfamiliar, wet feeling down there, praying it's not what I think it is.
"Uh...... Estrella......"
"I know Evan. I know. Call Preston and let him know."
I sped walked into the pack house, dropping my bag off by the door while calling for the pack doctor.
"Is everything alright Luna?" A woman asked, concern etched onto her face. I tried to smile, but as the contractions grew worse it looked more like a grimace.
"I'll be alright, have you seen the doctor?" I asked politely.
"Last I heard he was in his office."
"Thanks so much."
I walked as fast as I could to the doctors office, whimpering softly.
"Doctor!"
"Luna?"
"Thank you Jesus," I panted. "I'm in labor."
His eyes widened in understanding before he led me into a labor and delivery room, got me situated on the bed and called some nurses in. By the time Preston had gotten there -having been stuck in a meeting- the doctor had announced the baby was crowning. He rushed to my side and took my hand, telling me to squeeze it as hard as I could through the way and boy did I take him up on that offer.
A long time later soft wailing rung throughout the room and I felt my muscles relax as I panted.
"You did great Es, I'm so proud of you." Preston kissed my forehead and I smiled tiredly, awaiting the time the doctor would announce what we'd already known, the gender. But sadly, I was a tired momma and fell asleep before he said a word.
A/N ha! Y'all thought I'd actually tell you the gender? ......... ok I don't actually know what it should be so let me know if you want their child's story and what gender it should be, I'd love to hear your feedback!