Days merge into one another and the only way I feel like I can track time is by the ever growing belly. It’s been around four months now since our baby started growing. It’s been three months of endless back and forth with trying to get close to one another. A tedious process, but one that seemed to reach a steady and peaceful peak. One where I could feel at ease when Killian was not in the same room as me. One where I could feel at peace when he left the house for whatever business there was to be attended.Being the leader of a pack as big as the one we had, was no easy thing, and from the little details he had offered me, he had taken reigns at a very unstable point. The pack was slowly fragmenting and his father did not want to deal with it, so it all fell upon his shoulders.The part of the pack that was on that far off island has been slowly separating and they seemed to have been plotting this for longer than expected. Killian understood the need for separation and he has been
I need to admit that part of me feels a little bit uneasy with the fact that my own family has decided to stay out of my life. It makes me think that all they had planned for me was to eventually get rid of me and just live their life as if I never existed.I adored my own family to the point I was ready to bend backwards for their own sake, to their own will and selfish plans. But were they still my family? When they don’t answer their phones or when they refuse to take contact with me?I could not figure out why all this was happening, but my focus has shifted on my actual family. My mate and the little one who is growing endlessly in my belly.When I hear the entrance door open and close, and the little sound the elevator makes, I am upstairs, still getting ready. I’m not complaining, but I feel like everything I put on is making me look like a sack of potatoes. A very appealing sack of potatoes.And it bothers me so much that I am on the verge of tears when my companion arrives. I
“Do you have a shopping list? Is there anything I can help you with besides walking around and being your guard dog?” Something in Dementri seemed to have gotten triggered by the way I spoke about Killian earlier, and I am almost curious why. Why did the backstabber care for my opinion?“You know what?” I huff and stop as we exit the medical unit. “I am done with you for the day. Go be a bitch somewhere else!” I demand as I start stomping off in the opposite direction of the parking lot, towards the bus station nearby.The man hesitates to follow, but he eventually does, catching up with me as I make it in the bus station.“Madelaine-“ he growls and I roll my eyes. “- please, let’s not separate.” He pleads, his voice low, more of a warning than a plea really.“Piss off, you twat!” I hiss and the middle aged guy that seemed to not be listening, slowly gets up from his seat and walks towards us.“Is this punk bothering you, miss?” He asks, his voice low, as he removes his headphones.D
I track her down quite fast, her scent heavy and very much inviting. I'm not sure what tormented me more. The fact that she was alone, exposed to all sorts of dangers while she smelled like a damn piece of cake, or that she was clearly overthinking what she just saw and there was a slim chance she will be giving me the chance to explain myself.I knew I was doomed. I was a dead man the moment the clock struck eleven am and I completely missed the appointment. A very important one since she spent the last two weeks reminding me about it. I have made a promise. It was supposed to be a special moment. And I missed it. I don't even want to think of what this will lead to...The bakery is not crowded and as I enter, frenzied and in a bit of a rush, I completely lose track of my wife. The scent of baked goods is overpowering and I can't track her down anymore. It was clear she was still here, but...I walk to the register and the young lady offers me a smile."What can I get you today?" she
When she walks away, I'm not entirely sure she believe me or not. It almost seems as if I got out of it too easy... Too soon.I watch her put distance between us and start nibbling on her pretzels. The fact that she is alone and Demetri was nowhere in sight makes even more uneasy. At this point, I was nothing but a ball of anxiety and nerves and I really looked forward for this day to come to an end faster.I return to the coffee shop, where the retail agent patiently waited for me to go through my last options once more. My mate was growing heavier with each day and I could not help but feel guilty about it. She had to walk stairs up and down, nothing was very pregnancy friendly and at this point I was certain that the apartment was not big enough for our family.She wanted to have a nursery, she wanted a safe space for the child. More or less like a little nest where she could feel at peace with her baby. I had to provide that for her. And the apartment in the heart of the city was
“The kitchen is not the best place to just hang out like this!” I hurry to speak, stuttering and stumbling over my own words like a shy schoolgirl. He chuckles right into my ear and this sends shivers down my spine, making my skin turn to goosebumps as well. My stomach fills with butterflies and I start to anticipate his next move. His hand moves down my waist, towards my hips, gripping them slowly but tightly.A humm escapes me and my body relaxes under his touch. It seems that he takes pleasure in this because I can swear I feel him growing harder right against me. His lips nibble at my ear and when his hand moves over my belly, aiming to go between my legs, I clamp my thighs together.“You little brat -“ I hiss under my breath and the man lets out another growl.“A brat?” He speaks out, his voice harsh. “Since when did I become the brat in this relationship?” He demands to know, pressing a little harsher into me.My cheeks flush and I fear I did not press the right buttons with hi
With hurried strides, he makes it down the stairs and I walk to greet him at the bottom of them, reaching out for my phone. He hesitates to hand it over and it’s clear he is uncomfortable to even say something about it.Instead, he reaches a hand to my cheek and brushes his fingers over it slowly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.“You know, doing this to a pregnant woman is the worst thing you can do!” I hiss between my gritted teeth, eyeing him with a defying look on my face. “Give me my phone or spill the damn beans already!” I am ready to throw hands because of this right now.Killian’s lips pressed together in a thin line and he scans my face for a brief moment, before handing me my phone.“Your mother called -“ he starts speaking with a certain hesitation. “Ugh!” I groan and roll my eyes, as I start walking away and set the phone away, before heading back for the kitchen. “She can call all she wants!” I huff.“My love…” Killian lets out a soft sigh before he walks towards
I hate it that no matter how much I will try, no matter how much effort i put in it, there is no way I can provide an entirely safe world to the ones I love. I thought that being the son of the strongest man on Earth will come with that power, but lo and behold! I was horribly wrong, and the tears in my mate's eyes prove it once more than my money, my power and everything else is quite useless when the pain comes from situations as the one given.I remember a not so long ago time where my Mate was still yearning for her parents approval, for their constant presence and attention. I could understand that. Rarely had a problem with it, but when things took an unexpected shift, I thought it was for the best. But like most unexpected shifts, this was not the best.Gladly, after tears have been spilled, after the rain has poured, the sun shone once more after she started laughing and allowing herself to be herself.She started going on and on about how good those pretzels were, how amazing