His Mate [COMPLETE]

Chapter 39 - Bumpy Ride

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Dylan decided to tell the pack about our pregnancy about four months in.

Needless to say, people were overjoyed for us. My arm was healing nicely and our faces didn't have as many bruises.

We started getting even more looks than usual in public. My bump, to my delight, was still small and cute.

Our sex life, despite my insecurities, was thriving and Dylan always looked at me like I still had the slim waist.

What they say is true: time flies while you're having fun. And I was having a ton of fun making Dylan dote on me.

But before I knew it I was into my second trimester, almost seven months.

Around that time I started feeling exhausted, constantly. I spent most of the time Dylan was working in bed. Then when he got back we would eat together, then sleep more and repeat. I felt bedridden.

It wasn't very eventful, I was honestly excited to give birth so that I could get my life back. It's like that baby was taking all of my energy.

The day of the birth, however, couldn't have gone worse. I had no idea what it would turn into when I first woke up, before the sun had even risen.

I was used to it by now, I couldn't go a couple of hours sleeping without waking up to pee.

After I finished though, I couldn't resist the urge to go visit our nursery. Dylan and I had turned the room down the hall from ours into it.

At first I wanted it to be in the room directly next to ours, but Dylan pointed out that it'd be cruel to keep the kid up with our late night activities.

So, we compromised.

The walls were painted a light blue-grey, and the crib was already set up with the softest stuffed animals. There was a big plushy chair in the corner of the room, everything you could think of, we had.

I sat down in the chair and felt my belly. I was going to be ready any day, I could feel it. He was even kicking as I thought about it.

Dylan and I had decided on a name, but we agreed not to tell anyone until after the birth. That way nobody's opinion could change our minds.

Dylan walked in, hair still messy, in a pair of shorts and a zipped jacket.

"Good morning, sweetheart." he leaned down to kiss my forehead.

"It was extremely unpleasant not waking up with you." he said, kneeling to kiss my belly before standing back up.

"And you weren't there for me to give you breakfast in bed."

"I'll eat breakfast on the coffee table while I sit on the couch, thanks." I growled, pushing through a contraction. They had been happening for the past couple of days occasionally.

"Feisty today." he rubbed my back. I stood up and kissed him on the cheek.

"Sorry, that was rude. Thank you for getting me breakfast." I smiled, and we walked back to our room where Dylan moved the tray to the coffee table while I took a seat on the couch in front of it.

He lifted the cover to reveal a bowl, a pitcher of cold milk, and my top three favorite cereals: Fruit Loops, Cocoa Pebbles, and Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

"Oh my gosh, you're too sweet!" I beamed at him.

"Enjoy that and I'm gonna go hop in the shower, I'll be back soon." he smiled.

I put some fruit loops in my bowl first and then poured in the milk, when Dylan's phone buzzed on the bed.

I didn't think anything of it, until it buzzed again. I couldn't help going over and seeing who it was. I know it was stupid and invasive but somehow I had a feeling.

He had two texts from someone named Iris. The name sounded sort of familiar. I, against better judgement, unlocked his phone and looked at the texts.

Iris: Got everything set up:) she'll have no idea

Dylan: Perfect, hopefully we won't have to pretend much longer.

Iris: I know it's killing me

Iris: Any day now...

Needless to say, I was pissed. And to make matters worse, I felt like I had peed my pants all of a sudden.

My water broke.

I'm really leaving you with these cliffhangers huh 😂 Thank you so much for 215K reads I never knew this many people would like to read what is essentially the porn I write.