Wednesday's pov
4 months into pregnancy
I was laying in bed with Enid who was under my sweatshirt and with our son, Eli. I sighed and pat Enid's head. The room held a quiet and comforting atmosphere as we shared this moment together. Enid, nestled under the warmth of my sweatshirt, and Eli, our excited son, created a scene of familial tranquility. My sigh carried both a sense of contentment and anticipation for the new life growing within Me. As we lay together, the journey of pregnancy unfolded, weaving our family's story with each passing day.
"Puppy." I said. "You don't need to guard my baby bump.". I pat Enid's head. Enid looked up at me, a playful glint in her eyes. "Old habits die hard," she teased, but she shifted to a more relaxed position. As we enjoyed this intimate moment, the lighthearted exchange highlighted the connection and understanding that defined our evolving family dynamic during this special time of anticipation. "What's going to harm the baby?" I asked. "I always wake up and see you protecting her.". Enid chuckled, her eyes softening. "It's just instinct, I guess," she admitted. "But you're right, our little one is safe and sound. No need for extra protection." As we navigated the nuances of pregnancy together, the reassurance in our words created a comforting atmosphere, emphasizing the shared journey of bringing a new life into our growing family. "Okay, now get out of my sweatshirt." I said. I rubbed my eyes and giggled. Enid playfully pouted, reluctantly emerging from the warmth of the sweatshirt. Giggles filled the room as we shared a lighthearted moment, the simplicity of our connection bringing a smile to both our faces. As we continued to navigate the journey of pregnancy, these everyday interactions added a touch of joy to the anticipation of the new chapter awaiting us. I was only wearing a sweatshirt and some underwear. I walked out of the room to go start breakfast as I waited for Eli to wake up. The morning sunlight filled the kitchen as I began preparing breakfast. The quiet moments before Eli's awakening allowed for a serene start to the day. As I moved about the kitchen, the scent of breakfast filling the air, the anticipation of family moments lingered, creating a peaceful atmosphere to embrace the joys of the day ahead. Enid walked into the kitchen and hugged me from behind. I let out a contented sigh. "Still protecting the baby?" I asked. Enid chuckled, her arms embracing me gently. "Maybe it's a hard habit to break," she teased, pressing a soft kiss on my shoulder. The warmth of our shared embrace echoed the comfort of our family, and as we prepared for the day together, the simple acts of love and understanding became the foundation of our journey through pregnancy and beyond. I smiled. "Tonight's a full moon so be prepared." I said. I continued making breakfast for everyone. Enid's eyes sparkled with a mix of playfulness and anticipation. "I'll be ready for the wolf mode," she joked, adding a lightness to the conversation. The mention of the full moon became a reminder of the unique aspects woven into our family story, creating a sense of adventure even in the routine of daily life. "Remember you can hug me during that time." I said. Enid nodded, a grateful smile on her face. "Your hugs always bring a sense of calm," she replied, appreciating the understanding and support in those moments. As the day unfolded and preparations for the full moon began, the reassurance of our connection became a source of comfort, bridging the ordinary and extraordinary aspects of our family life. The night soon hit as we both sat on the couch. Enid's transformation was beginning to happen. She soon looked at the moon and howled. I sat beside Enid, watching as the transformation unfolded under the glow of the full moon. Her howl echoed through the night, a testament to the extraordinary nature of our bond. As she adjusted to her wolf form, I extended my arms, inviting her into a gentle embrace to share the moonlit moments together. I hugged Enid. "Is Eli a Werewolf too?" I asked her. Enid nuzzled against me in her wolf form, her eyes reflecting a mix of affection and understanding. "Not yet," she replied, "Werewolf genes are usually inherited, but it doesn't always manifest in every generation. We'll see as he grows." The moonlit night became a canvas for the unique dynamics of our family, blending the supernatural with the ordinary in a tapestry of love. "Be a bit gentler to your pregnant wife." I said. Enid let out a soft whine, acknowledging my request. She shifted, becoming more gentle in her embrace. The moonlit night, filled with the sound of howls and the warmth of our shared connection, painted a unique picture of family love that embraced both the extraordinary and the tender moments. "Your hand's on my butt." I said. Enid let out a playful yip and adjusted her posture, showing an understanding glance in her wolf form. The moonlit night brought a mix of laughter and affection, turning a potentially unusual situation into a lighthearted moment within our extraordinary family dynamic. We stayed like that for the rest of the night.
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End of Chapter 6
The art for the story isn't mine credits to the creators
