A Mute Rejected Mate

Nervous doesn't even begin to describe how I feel. I pace back and forth wondering what the hell I'm going to do. It's only been two weeks since we've been back from our honeymoon. Isn't it too soon?

I'm pregnant. At 19. I've barely been married 4 weeks and I'm pregnant.

I found out yesterday. Sarah told me when I was hanging out with her and threw up. She took tests and it was confirmed. I was a week pregnant.

Werewolves have normal pregnancies, but find out if they're pregnant a lot sooner. I didn't tell Xavier since he wasn't home. He was at an Alphas meeting, but today he is coming home.

"Baby?" I hear Xavier. Yes Xavier, baby. A baby in my stomach. I turn towards him as he walks into the bedroom, smiling. I try smiling back, but fail. What if he freaks out? I mean, we use condoms, but also we decided to go on the pill. I stopped taking them a few days before the wedding, it slipping my mind. I got up late almost everyday and then wedding preparations. But I know it's a not a good excuse.

He notices something is wrong. "What's wrong?" I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. "Lucy, what's the matter?"

He comes up to me and grabs onto my shoulder. Its like being mute again. Trying to talk, but nothing seems to come out. Finally, I take a deep breath and close my eyes. "I'm pregnant."

I hear silence. I just hear him breathing, his hands on my shoulders. Then they're gone. His hands are gone. Is he leaving?

I feel my heart slightly break, but gasp when I feel hands on my waist. I look down and see Xavier on his knees in front of my flat belly. "You aren't joking right?" He asks, his eyes on my stomach like its the most mesmerizing thing he's ever seen. "N-no. Sarah told me yesterday," I whisper, confused.

He looks up. "And you didn't tell me?" He asks before bringing my stomach closer to his face. "Our baby's in here!" He exclaims before kissing my stomach. I laugh, relieved. "You're not angry."

He stands up. "Angry? Hell no! I was surprised it didn't happen sooner. Considering we have sex almost every night. Especially since we got married," he says kissing me. I kiss him back.

He places his hand on my stomach. "Our baby," he whispers. I cover his hand with mine. "Our baby."

"It's probably a boy. I'm an alpha, meaning we always have boys first. It's rare to have a girl first. So it's most likely a boy," he says to me as we hold each other close, our hands on my belly. "What if if a girl?"

"I'll love her just the same and spoil her rotten," he says, not taking his eyes off our hands. We separate to get ready for bed. I put on some shorts and a t-shirt of his and he just has pajama pants on.

We don't do anything. He just holds me close and we both again put our hands on my flat stomach. "Soon I'll be fat," I mumble to him. "You won't be fat. You'll be pregnant with our baby," he mumbles back as he nuzzles my hair.

"What if I can't lose the baby weight and I'm really fat?" I ask. "We'll do certain exercises in the bedroom to make it go away. We'll stay up every night, all night exercising just like we've been doing for months now," he replies. I gape at him before glaring. "Then I'll just get pregnant again!"

"And the problem with that is...?" He says smirking. I punch him on the arm softly before sticking my tongue out at him. "We'll have everyone think Marie and her husband have a very small amount of kids compared to the ones we'll have, he says to himself.

"Some of those kids better be coming out of you!" He should pop some babies out of his asshole!

"They'll all come out of me. I'll put them in you, and then you push them back out," he says back. I look at him slightly disgusted by how this conversation has turned. "Ew!" I say before going under the covers on my side.