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Getting Comfy

It's only been a day.

I have learned that the Unlabeled and Omega wolves are both Killian's brothers. The Unlabeled's name is Max, and the Omega is Finn. They have all helped Ashyr and I get settled in. Ashyr is sleeping in the nursery with Axel, and I am sleeping with Killian.

He has already swore up and down that he will not do a thing unless I allow it. We sat down and had diner, it was mostly a comfortable quiet, but there was small talk here and there. After that I took a shower...I've never felt so clean before.

I changed into an oversized shirt and a pair of shorts I was given by the hospital. I am now currently standing in the threshold of the bathroom door, waiting for Killian to tell me what to do. He looks over to me confused.

"Everett, you do not have to seek my approval or permission in anything you do." He says with a saddened expression and tone. I nod. I look over to the bed and slowly make my way over to it. I feel Killian's eyes on me as I do so. I slowly move the blanket and sheets up, waiting for him to tell me to stop or that I've done something wrong.

He never did. I attempt to climb into the bed, having trouble from how high the bed is off the ground. I hear a muffled chuckle from behind me. I hear footsteps. "May I touch you?" He asks. I nod. I feel hands under me as I am lifted into the air. I squeak at the sudden movement. He chuckles again. 

He lays me down in the bed and gently pulls the covers over my body. He leans down towards my forehead before he stops. "Can I?" He asks. "Y-yes..." I reply quietly. He places a light kiss on my forehead. He stays there for a moment before leaning back up and looking me in my eyes. "Rest now. I will see you once you open your eyes again." He says in a soft tone.

He moves away from me. A few moments later the light is out, and I feel a dip in the bed beside me. Another moment later I feel fingers comb through my hair softly. The amazing feeling sends chills down my whole body. Mere seconds pass and I feel darkness overtake me.

- - - -

I wake to the sun shining in my eyes.

I feel a weight on my side. I look down to see Killian's muscled arm laid carelessly across my waist and my slightly lifted stomach. 

Werewolves' pregnancies last about 5, maybe 6, months. We begin showing mere weeks after we are chosen to be pregnant. 

I have a sudden wave of nausea sweep over me. I quickly get up and rush to the bathroom connected to the bedroom. I lean over the toilet and vomit. I hear footsteps before a big warm hand is placed on the mid of my back. I do not flinch, this touch becoming familiar. 

He rubs his hand in circles, like before. We continue this for what feels like forever before my nausea disappears. I sit back on by bent legs and wipe my teary eyes. "Hey, look at me." Killian says. I do as told. He gently wipes my face with a smile.

"Our baby will be here soon enough, then you'll be okay." He says. I smile at the 'our baby'. He really will treat it as his own. "Okay." Is all I can say.