Kalin's p.o.v.
Dillon rushes into Christian's office.
"You're pregnant!" he shouts in glee.
Christian face palms himself.
"Dude we have enough to deal with," Christian says while suppressing a laugh.
I don't hide the smile from my face however; how is it not funny that a nineteen year old who has been hooking up with someone for four years at least doesn't know the signs of pregnancy.
"Why wouldn't you guys tell me though?" Dillon asks.
"So that once you figured it out, it would be funny." my mate replies.
"Oh, I didn't figure it out; Jaz told me why."
Nobody does anything after his confession, I think we are both too stunned to know what to comment.
"Well okay then," Dillon says as he shrugs his shoulders; he walks out after, knowing that this conversation is now over.
"He is such an idiot some times, I can't believe it took him two days to actually understand it," Christian tells me.
"Maybe so, but you love that idiot."
"Not as much as I love you."
Since I'm sitting on his lap, it is easy for him to violently kiss me. We only separate once there is knocking on the closed door.
"Come in," Christian grumbles; he hates being interrupted after he starts to really get into kissing.
James steps in, closing the door again after him.
"How are you feeling Luna?" he asks in that soothing voice of his.
"There's no need for formalities, you don't need to call me Luna."
"Okay Kalin," he replies, trying it on his tongue.
"Well the throwing up seems to be gone," I say as I stand up, "I take it as a sign that I'm growing faster than expected?"
"Not completely, there have been cases where females don't have the sickness the entire time that it usually happens in. Human have morning sickness for four to six weeks and one of our females have it for two to three weeks. I don't know how things in the Heavens work, but three days for three weeks means you grow close to a week in a day."
"When you put it like that, it seems like we will have a little one right around the corner," Christian comments.
"I just wish I knew why Morana wants to wait," I say.
If she knows, then why wait? She didn't have mercy on her own mate, so why would she on my child? It is possible that she doesn't know, but what about when she does? The question still pounds in my brain: why is she waiting until this baby is out and in the real world? She treated her mate like the scum of the Earth and I can't see her starting to show compassion to such a tiny being.
"Kalin? You okay?" Christian asks.
I snap out of my trance and see two pairs of worry filled eyes looking straight at me; what happened? What did I miss?"
"Are you okay?" he asks again, "do you need to lay down or something?"
"No I'm good, I just zoned out. What did I miss?"
"We were discussing an ultrasound, James wants to watch the progress of our baby. It's mostly to make sure that they are growing okay, but to take notes on the whole process as well. Is that okay with you?"
"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.