My Wolf

CHAPTER 27

The next day

Jughead

I woke up around 11, my arms still wrapped tightly around Betty. I laid there for a few minutes before I rolled off of her to go to the bathroom. I hadn't even gotten out of bed when I noticed the large blood splotches on the sheets and my legs. I let out a sigh and went to go clean myself up and run a bath for Betty. When I was finished I went back into the room and gave her a kiss on her forehead before gently shaking her awake. "Baby," I whispered, she just rolled over, "sweetheart wake up, you bled through." She shot up off the bed and started panicking, "God Jug what's wrong with me, I keep ruining everything I touch." I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around my hips and hid her head in my neck, "No, baby no, you don't ruin everything you touch. Doc told us there would be bleeding, remember?" She nodded but began to shake as tears made their way down her cheeks and into my shirt.

I carefully walked into the bathroom and set her on the counter, removing her shirt and the blood soaked pants. Then I removed her underwear and threw out the pad that was in them and unclipped her bra, I honestly have no idea how she managed to sleep in it. I picked her up again and set her gently in the tub. She didn't have to ask me to stay, I just sat down on the floor beside the tub and held her hand. We spent an hour there, just sitting in silence. There is nothing more to say, we have slipped into a state of grieving in which talking is almost impossible. After an hour I got up and picked Betty up out of the tub, got her dressed and put back in bed after I changed the sheets.

Once I was sure she was comfortable I told her I would be right back and snuck out the door. I made my way down to the kitchen to get us some food, I know neither of us are hungry but we need to eat. I took the back stairs down, not many people know about them so no one uses them. They came out right beside the kitchen so I snuck in and quietly asked the chefs for some fruit bowls, eggs and waters. I was about to leave with the food when dad walked in, looking almost as exhausted and devastated as I am. He saw me and immediately pulled me into a hug, held me tightly and in all honesty I never wanted him to let go.

FP - We need to tell the pack Jug. I know you both need some time to grieve so whenever you're ready we'll tell them and then have the funeral.

I started to shake violently in his arms, trying to calm my brain before I did anything stupid. Burying my child is something I never thought I would have to do, and now that it is staring me dead in the eyes I don't know if I can do it.

FP - Doc told me your results should be later this afternoon.

I nodded, knowing what he meant. He gave me one last squeeze before he let me go and I grabbed the food, disappearing up the backstairs. Once I was safely back inside our room I put the food on the desk and fell to the floor, thoughts of the funeral overtaking my body and leaving me with nothing. Betty jumped out of bed and ran over to me, pulling my sobbing body into her arms and running her hands through my hair. "Shhh, I'm here," she whispered, tears once again streaming down her face. We sat there for a couple minutes before my breathing levelled enough for me to think.

J - Dad said Doc would have the results by later this afternoon.

I heard her take a deep breath.

B - Ok

J - He is also planning a funeral, he said we can take our time but as soon as we're ready we need to tell the pack.

She laid her head down on top of mine and nodded, we stayed like that for a little longer before I sat up and moved myself to lean my back against the desk and pull her to do the same. I carefully reached up and pulled the small amount of food and water down in front of us. Betty looked at it before shaking her head, "I'm not hungry." "I know sweetheart, neither am I but we need to eat." I gave her a soft kiss and moved the bowl of fruit and the side of eggs into her lap, watching careful as she reluctantly grabbed the fork and brought a piece of pineapple to her mouth. Satisfied, I turned to my own food and took a bite of my eggs.

Later that afternoon

Betty

"A boy." I echoed through my brain. I had lost my son, our son. I will never get to see his first steps, I will never witness his first day of school. He won't get to run hom excited after the first time he shifts, or drop on the couch with a dazed look in his eye the day he finds his mate. He is gone.

Jug pulled me tighter to him as we sat in Doc's office, I just stared at the wall. "Betty," Doc said in a quiet voice, my gaze never left the wall, "you did nothing wrong, you have to know that." Did nothing wrong?! I lost our child!!! Jug felt the anger and devastation rise in my body, he thanked Doc and picked me up to return to our room. I'm a terrible human being, or werewolf, or whatever the hell I am. He is in pain too, I can feel it, but for some reason I can't bring myself to move enough to comfort him. Instead he is carrying my body up the stairs. The only thing I can muster is a quiet, "I'm sorry Jug," as he pushed the door open. "Don't be sorry, sorry implies that you did something wrong," he told me. "But I did-" "No," he stops me, holding me in his lap. "We have to think of a name," I tell him, he nods and lays down on the bed, pulling me on top of him as we start brainstorming.