Fated

Chapter 24

(Thomas)

Thomas came down to see everybody laughing and getting along, even Mary seemed to fit in like family. Of course Mark eyed her with untrustworthy eyes, but he still acted like he was interested. Which was really all he could ask for. Molly smiled up at him and he smiled back, she rubbed her stomach and her smile grew tight. She looked back to the pack as she continued to rub her bulging belly. Something’s wrong, his wolf whispered and Thomas agreed. She’d never, ever, given him a tight lip smile. Her smiles were always filled with something. Either hate, love, or happiness. It was always something.

“You Ok?” He whispered to her as soon as she was in hearing range. She nodded jerkily and crossed her legs. She laughed at something  a pack member said, but he couldn’t focus on that. Something was wrong with his mate, ands he was hiding it from him. That was just low.

“What are you hiding?” He asked and she looked up at him, her wolf showed clearly in her eyes but tears were in them.

“Nothing is wrong, just go… sit by Samantha.” She told him tersely through clenched teeth and he frowned. Why was she crying, and hiding things, and not telling him about it!?

“Tell me what’s wrong, why are you cry-“

“Ewe, Luna did you pee yourself?” a little girl asked, getting the attention of the whole pack. She closed her eyes and let out a sigh.

“Fuck it, it’s time.” She said and let out a giant breath.

“Well that feels better, now. Who’s driving me to the hospital?” She said cheerily and they all looked at her. Mary stood and frowned.

“Well, I would. But I can’t drive.” She said and Molly laughed, a short little airy laugh, and smiled down at her.

“Thank you very much for the offer Sammy, but I’d rather Brandon drive me and your father help me. But, apparently, they’re both in a state of shock.” As soon as she said father Thomas, and all the other men in the pack, jolted up.

“Carol and Sarah, pack everything Molly will need. Margaret and Tanya, get things the baby will need with the pack check book. Mary or… Samantha… Whoever the heck you are, stay with your grandfather. Over there, guy with the long black hair. Brandon get your ass up and help me, help her to the car. Everybody else…. I’m gonna be a dad!” The pack cheered and ran into action. He helped Molly, even though she seemed to not need help, walk to the car. She hopped in the back seat and folded her hands together. Thomas furrowed her brow but rubbed her back anyway.

“You’re gonna be fine, you’re doing fine. Just keep it up baby, you’ll be fine.” Thomas kept saying over and over again while Brandon sped to the hospital. When they got there she just hopped out and speed walked into the hospital.

“Dude, your mate is dynamic.” Brandon commented as he drove off to find a parking lot.

“You’re telling me.” Thomas mumbled as he walked into the hospital find Molly in a heated argument with the triage nurse.

“Listen lady, don’t tell me I don’t seem like I’m in labor!” She yelled, the waiting room’s attention was focused solely on them.

“Miss, I can see you’re pregnant. Probably ready to pop, but by your mannerisms it doesn’t seem like-“

“Listen! Right now my body is going through extreme pain. My crotch is on fire, my stomach feels tight, my back hurts like there is no tomorrow, I’ve just spent fifteen minutes in a car with a dipwad that constantly tells me ‘I’m doing fine’! It looks like I’ve pissed myself and right now you’re pissing me off, I don’t like people who piss me off. So either you admit me to the maternity wing or I stab you with this pen!!” She screeched at the lady, who stood there stunned at her blatant language. The truth was, Molly just didn’t care anymore. She’d had enough pain, and hurting.