The Hunt

Verbal Filter

Ryan's POV:

I watched Parker's entire body freeze after he said "Fuck my life."

"Parker...." I trailed off as I stepped closer. His entire body tensed and he kept his eyes planted on Violet. "Baby, it's okay." I tried to soothe.

I got near him and started to crouch down when he shot to his feet and took off out the door.

"Parker, stop!" Derek called after him.

"I'll get him." I said.

I took off after him, finally catching up with him halfway to our borders. I slipped my arm around his waist and carefully lifted him off his feet so he had to stop running.

"Let me go!" He yelled.

"No. We need to talk about this."

"No. I already know what you are going to say. I promise I didn't do it on purpose. Please. I... I'll fix it." I could hear the tears in his voice.

I put him down and spun him so I could see him. The pure devastation on his face made my heart stutter. "Fix it? You mean...?"

He squeezed his eyes shut, the tears falling down his cheeks as he nodded.

"No. God, No. I don't want that. I'm not mad that you're pregnant. Unfortunately, it's a risk when you're in heat and we must have missed a time. I promise, I'm not mad. Not about that." I cupped his face.

"But... But you said you didn't want more kids right now and I fucked that up too. I ruin everything." He sobbed.

"You don't ruin anything. I said I didn't because I didn't think you were ready. This is happening, whether we wanted it to or not, that doesn't mean I'm not going to love them just as much as the twins, nor does it mean I am going to hold you accountable. You didn't get yourself pregnant. I'm just as much to blame."

"I....I can't... I can't do this." He shook himself free from my arms, his breathing picked up until he was hyperventilating.

"Calm down for me. I need you to breathe. We can make it through this pregnancy just like the first one."

"I can't breathe." He whined. I caught him as he collapsed.

"Come on. Focus on me. Focus on my breathing." I tried to calm him.

I know neither one of us was expecting a pregnancy right now but I definitely wasn't expecting him to suggest terminating, even when I could see he didn't want to, nor was I expecting him to freak out this way. It was becoming clear that he wasn't going to be able to just calm himself and the way he was breathing was becoming unsafe for both him and the baby. He was hardly getting any air in.

"I'm sorry, Baby." I whispered.

I placed my hand on his pressure point on the back of his neck and pinched. His body immediately fell completely slack and his breathing slowed until he was breathing normal and he was passed out. I carefully moved him so I could scoop him up into my arms. His head was pressed into the curve of my neck, one of my arms was looped around his back and the other under his knees. I carried him the rest of the way into our territory, and then straight through to the pack house. Once I was in the pack house, I mind linked Dr. Matella and carried him to the infirmary. I laid him on the table and gently lifted his shirt. I placed a hand on his stomach and closed my eyes. I listened to his breathing and sighed. I really doubt that he can handle another pregnancy. Especially one so close to the first one. I don't get how he's even pregnant, I know I gave him the pill after every time. Even when he was on the verge of passing out, I always made sure he got the pill into him. Not that it matters. Here we are. My thoughts on if he can handle it again or not, doesn't really matter because he's pregnant.