Where He Belongs

~Fifteen~

A/N: A little short but very emotional. I hope you all like it! Comment, vote, and follow me! Also, please check out The Pack House. I have so many ideas for it and I can't wait to start updating it more regularly. 😃

Peace Out, Girl Scouts

~Kate~

"We're going home tomorrow, baby."

I ran my fingers over my bump, hoping my child could feel it. As the days had gone on I'd grown more and attached to it. I was starting to look forward to meeting the little pup who kept waking me up with his movements. I wanted to be annoyed that I wasn't getting sleep but it was just so amazing and I was so happy that it was healthy I couldn't help but smile. And that was what was happening now, at three in the morning. I felt it flutter in response, making me smile. I think it understood me.

I was huge now, this baby growing at a shocking rate. "We do need to get some sleep though, baby." I told it, rubbing my stomach to try and soothe him. "Are you going to calm down soon?"

I got a flutter in response. I pulled my blankets back over my body, trying to avoid the moving inside me from the child who did not respect a 'sleeping schedule'. I was very worried about tomorrow which assisted in me snapping awake at the slightest sound or movement. Tomorrow I would see Liam for the first time in weeks and see if he would either accept or reject my unborn child. I would also be seeing my father for the first time since the Market fiasco. Thomas kept telling me that he was sorry but I hadn't heard from him, nor had I seen him. And I'd done the unthinkable, trying to force my father to submit... I was so ashamed of myself when I thought about it. "But it was you, wasn't it?" I murmured to the baby inside me. "You're gonna be a very temperamental pup...I can tell. And a very strong wolf... Like your father."

I whispered the end part, anxiety filled me as I thought about him. It scared me seeing him that strong. It would remind me of him and I felt just awful judging him on a basis like that... I bit my lip, trying to fall back asleep. The journey was along one back home and I didn't want to slow everyone down. Thomas had only been able to visit Denisse for very short amounts of time and I knew he missed her. And my mother was missing my father as well. I missed Liam tons but I was also very worried about what would happen when I got home. My scars seared making me hiss, rubbing them briskly. "Not there, baby. That hurts me."

I got a flutter in response and I slowly fell asleep.

THE NEXT morning was hectic.

It was flurry of packing and shouting about where everything was. Clarissa was packing bags of things I needed for the baby: vitamins, painkillers, and cream for the scars. It was stressful and I found myself snapping at people in a way very unlike me. I could only assume it was baby not liking the high-strung atmosphere around us. I leaned against the doorway, rubbing comforting circles on the fluttering child inside me. 'It'll be over soon.' I thought to it. "Colt! I have you seen my belt? I need it!"

I bit back a groan of frustration as I saw it hanging on the back of the bathroom door. "It's here," I called back, grabbing it. Thomas had to be one of the least organized wolves I'd ever met! "Along with your good pants."

The wedding was going to be taking place within the next two weeks which meant that as soon as I got home we had plenty to do. Dying the fabrics, stitching the dresses, and getting Liam and my outfits done by then as well. Not to mention smoking and cooking meats like crazy and making the cake! I felt the baby kick, telling me to stop stressing myself out. Poor thing. I kept doing this... I grabbed Thomas' things, climbing the stairs, one hand clinging to the railing, the other on my tummy. Thomas gave me a short 'thanks' I delivered it to him. I went into my own room, eyes scanning the empty room. The floral comforter was smooth, the bed free of all possessions. My bag sat on dresser which I moved to checking through all the drawers just one final time. This was an awfully long walk to make for forgetting something.