Always Luna

apologise

verb ~ express regret for something that one has done wrong

"You ready?" Kate, my doctor, asked.

I exhaled to calm my nerves but nodded my head. She grinned, moving the foetal doppler over my slightly distended stomach. It only looked like I ate a heavy meal, but what did you expect when you were only ten weeks pregnant.

Kate on the other hand...

She was about a month ahead of me, her stomach becoming rounder. What Molly had told me was true, thirteen weeks onwards things start happening, but it wasn't until twenty when the main stuff happened. Kate claimed she was becoming more tired, and Phoenix had granted her part-time work instead of full-time, hiring a new doctor in her place. I haven't met the new doctor yet, and quite frankly didn't want to have a new one when I knew Kate so well.

I gazed at the screen in earnest as the two little grey blurs appeared and swirled around a black background. Their little limbs thumped humorously, their backs arching as Kate pushed further down on my stomach. I could not feel anything yet, no matter how many times people said I can feel kicks earlier with twins. Even as I lay in bed, I would stare at the small mound of my lower stomach with wonder. What were they doing in there?

"Looking good, Luna. Heartbeats look good, fluid levels are good, everything is good." Kate beamed.

I felt Phoenix's shoulders sag from next to me and I finally drew my eyes away from the screen to look at him. It was December now, his usual tanned skin lighter in the winter. His twenty-eight birthday had been and gone, and we had celebrated with an evening out on the sunset hill. His eyes were as bright as ever, once full of concern now flooded with relief. His hair was still long and wild, curling around the nape of his neck and ears. He was ever the handsome Alpha to me, despite how much Charlie teases him for the curly hair.

"That's great." Phoenix breathed.

We thanked Kate once the check-up was over, Phoenix taking it upon himself to clean the gel from my stomach and lift me off the bed. I laughed as he held me, going as far as to carry me out of the hospital and to the pack house. He had become obsessed with not letting me walk places, and I had complained in the beginning but started to just accept it as his way of caring for me. Phoenix's love language seemed to show through acts and gifts, I discovered.

We still haven't spoken about that day under the rain, nor have I built up the courage to open up about everything that happened. So much has gone on the past three or so weeks, that I never found the time to be with him alone much. A few times after my nightmares, I would wake up sweating and crying and tell him about what I saw. About how I was drowning, how I couldn't sleep because I was scared. I just haven't told him why. I didn't have the courage, just yet. I wasn't sure what he was going to do with the detail.

"What plans do you have today, my love?" He asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I raised an eyebrow at him, my curiosity burning. The past month or so, he would often ask that. He would disappear to 'his office' for 'pack things' when I was busy with someone or something else, but I would find him in different clothes every night as he came up to bed late. It started to make me suspicious that he was doing something he wanted to hide from me. To hide his scent.

He raised an eyebrow as my slight glare. "What is it?"

"What are you up too?" I pouted.

He laughed, as he did every time I asked. "Nothing, my love. I just want to make sure you have a good day."

I studied him for a sign of a lie but didn't find anything, not a twitch nor falter in his smile. I sighed, relaxing back into him as he carried me towards the kitchen. Breakfast had already passed so I assumed he was looking for someone.