Meeting The One

Epilogue

Three years later

There I sat, ok stood, ok paced, leaving a mark in the carpet in mine and Preston's bedroom. As a twenty year old woman who didn't want to be with her mate, I was doing alright. After the incident Peston and I agreed it would be best to wait for pups, thinking we should give it time for the whole thing to blow over before putting a new life at risk.

Sometimes I wished we didn't wait, seeing as how my brothers little baby boy grew up, learning to walk and talk while I didn't even have a kid of my own. Despite my thoughts when we found out Sierra was pregnant, Preston told me later he wanted to wait to give us both time to settle into our roles. He'd recently marked me and we were the alpha and Luna of a pack, I understood at the time and I still do. The only thing that could possibly change my 'understanding' was if I ended up-

I cut myself off, it wasn't possible. Sure I'd been having to run to the bathroom every morning for the past couple days and I'm a few days late for my cycle, it's not big deal. I'm definitely not-

I sighed, Sierra had convinced me to take a test, but while I was waiting for the results I was near having a mental breakdown. I didn't tell Preston of my worries, afraid he'd get upset if he found out. It was his idea to wait after all and because I'd pushed him, well, here we are.

I glanced at my watch quietly, trying to gouge how much time I've been pacing worriedly.

A whole whoppin' minute. I grumbled quietly, making sure to hide my thoughts. The worst part about this -currently- was not knowing. It was making me anxious and I didn't like it, I liked being calm. At least in front of other people.

Trying to distract myself, I scrolled through Facebook, grinning at the memories that popped up when Preston and I got married. Weddings might be more for humans, but what can I say? I thought it was interesting. The comments were mostly friends and family, telling us how happy they were for us and that we looked cute together.

I quickly jotted down my reply to that comment: it's me who makes us look cute, Preston has no part in it at all XD

Moments later my comment got a reply: whatever helps you sleep at night babe ;)

Oh, like the stuffy you snuggle with whenever I'm late to bed?

Now that's just rude. Preston pouted over the comments, just moments before sending me an actual text; just remember what the punishment is for naughty girls

I could practically hear his smirk, rolling my eyes and leaving him on 'read'. Glancing at my watch I realized my distraction worked and it was time to look at the results. My hands grew sweaty and I fought the urge to throw it away without looking at it. I needed to know.

Before I could change my mind I marched into the bathroom and stared at the little strip that would change my life forever.

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I was on the verge of a panic attack. I told Sierra the results of the test and she comforted me, promising everything will be fine and that Preston won't care in the way I've been thinking. But she did tell me I needed to tell him so he at least knew why I was upset, and I reluctantly agreed.

Now, sitting on my bed and fidgeting with my phone while I waited, I wasn't sure it was a good idea. I stood to leave, unable to take the pressure any longer when Preston came in, his face full of worry.

"Hey, what's wrong? Have you been crying?" I smiled softly at my mates concern, it helped ease my nerves. I nodded softly and pulled him into a hug quietly, taking time to calm down. "Es, you have to tell me what's wrong so I can help........." Preston reminded me gently, worry lacing his tone.