Having the Alpha's Baby (No Longer Writing)

Chapter 17 (1 of 2)

Before we could start an actual food fight Koner walked around the corner glaring at his son. Ryan shifted in his seat under his fathers glare, while Nick and James put the food back on their plates. I bit my bottom lip trying hard not to laugh. Koner walked over to the table and bent forward " How old are you men?" he asked, looking at all of them. When no one answered Koner slammed his fist on the table " I asked a question!" he yelled causing me to jump in my seat.

  "Seventeen.." All of them answered at the same time. 

  "Then act like it!" Koner shouted, "Not like annoying little boys!" he yelled leaning back up and watching all of us. I kept my eyes down, not really wanting to look up at his angered face. Would Ryan be that scary when he was older? I sure hope not. I felt a pinch in my stomach and I quickly out of instinct placed my right hand over my stomach. 

I herd Koner walk over to where I was sitting and he placed his hand on my right shoulder "Your parents, Beka and myself will be taking you to your doctors appointment this morning. Please make sure you wear pants and a shirt, no dresses today" he said in a much softer tone, feeling his hand leave my shoulder " And as for you three, go to school!" he spat at them. I kept my head down, watching my stomach. Why was he so strict? We were just playing around. 

Ryans hand grabbed mine and I looked at him "Don't worry about my father. He just has a lot on his plate and I believe the baby is making him stress out more then normal" he spoke defending his Father. I smiled at him knowing he was right, but something I would have to get use to. 

After we finished eating I went up stairs to change into something for the doctors appointment. I opened my closet and went through almost all my shirts before deciding to wear a solid light blue shirt and a pair of jeans. I places the clothes on my bed and began taking my night clothes off. I pulled my shirt on and began to step into my jeans. I pulled them up and stopped when I realized that I could hardly button them. I sucked in and forced the button to go in. 

Was I already getting fat? I was barely three months and my jeans weren't fitting. I walked over to my mirror lifting my shirt, revealing my small baby bump. I sighed unbuttoning my jeans knowing I wouldn't be comfortable in them this whole morning. I slid them off and walked over to my closet again grabbing a pair of black tights. I slid them on noticing how they were tight as well. I rolled my eyes, guess who is going to have to go shopping soon! I'm not going to fit anything and it sucks I can't wear a dress this morning, but I don't want the doctor to have to lift my dress up in front of anyone. I slipped on a pair of blue toms, grabbed my string backpack and walked out of my room. 

I watched as Ryan opened the door to one of the spare bedrooms, smiling as he walked out. I smiled back at him feeling happy that he was here with me. He walked over to me " You look very pretty this morning" he took my hand bringing it to his lips and softly kissing it. I blushed and said " Well, this pretty girl isn't fitting her jeans anymore, so I'm getting fat" I knitted my eyebrows together " I need to start jogging again..well I can't really jog with the baby, but I can at least go walking on the trail behind the house, so then may-"

  "Stormy you are not leaving my sight when you are home" he cut me off gripping my hand.

I looked up at him " Ryan, just because i'm pregnant doesn't mean I can't do anything for myself" I argued back.

  "The last time I let you out of my sight Patrick took you and had you for over two months!" he growled pulling me close to his chest. I didn't argue back with him this time knowing that he still beats his self up for what happened that night at the movies. I sighed looking up at him " I understand and maybe you can walk with me?" I smiled.

He rested his chin on the top of my head " Lets just stay inside the house for now, okay Stormy?" he asked me. 

I bit my bottom lip a little annoyed. I loved to go running and walking. It has always helped me calm down when i'm upset or angry. I let out a loud sigh, knowing I if I argued, we would just end up fighting about this subject and this girl wasn't wanting to fight at the moment.