Preservation

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Theodore Pov.

I can finnally breath a sigh of relief while walking inside. It wasn't a lie when I told Iven Father needed help with his financials. That's one of the only reasons he ever came back for me. With out me our company would plummet through the ground.

In all reality hes just a very well paid model/Spokes person. Just the face of the operation while I run all the fine details. Im exhausted from sorting out his mess and relieved to be home.

Stepping through the door way I relax even further. The silence envelopes my tired mind. Turning around just briefly to shut the door behind me.

My nose spasms, smelling somthing off putting.

I freeze feeling funny to suddenly feel so off. Brushing it off I realize The house is quite.....so quite all my ears can pick up on is my hammering heartbeat.

Tension creeps into me and my legs jerk up the stairs. One by one each step I take echos in my ears. Maybe Iven is out for a run? Or out.........doing what?

I made no plans for her today, Mathew is pissed at me. So he refuses to come here inside the main house. Ke-.............well Kent has been gone for awhile now.

If anything she should be resting after having such a stressful time. Getting pregnant my not be a over night achievement for us. Being slow doesn't stop us completely. It will take time and care.

My heart aches finding Iven curld up under our blankets. Im surprised a rainy cloud hasn't made its way into the house. Pouring rain over her head just like the tears that I smell coming from her.

Sitting on the side of the bed I wait for her to move towards me. We both know she's awake and hurting right now. It takes a few moments but slowly she crawls over to my lap. Resting her head on top of my thigh.

"The doctor called, said it will take us some time to get pregnant. May- "

"Ssshh our family will grow when it's most needed. Love and patience is all me and you need for now. "

All these emotions shes feeling right now could be blocking all our chances. I don't want to point out how stress effects pregnancy. In this moment all she needs is for me to hold her.

This moment seemed almost perfect, if it wasn't for that persistent smell. The smell of somthing small and fresh. With just a hint of decae to it. Like it was plucked out a famers field and left in the sun for a few hours.

Like a -

"Rotten Apple?"

Ivens raw laughter seems to take up all the space in the room. While motioning to a half eaten apple laying on the bedside table.

"I was so angry and upset after talking to Dr.Krif. Everything felt like a complete mess. One moment I was falling to the ground.

The next moment Apple was here helping me back up. She stopped by to see if I wanted to go shopping. Instead she ended up calming me down and helping me eat somthing."

It's rare moment's like these were I feel truly blessed not to be a Alpha. Any prideful mate would feel kicked right in the balls to hear their mate was being helped by another Alpha.

Female or not she shouldn't have had the chance to put her hands on my mate. Being watched under careful surveillance is one thing. Coming into my home uninvited is a very big No-no.

It should have been me comforting her and helping her back up. Pushing my body downward facing her. I pull her in for a tight hug.

Or.

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