Wesley Gray
Three Years Later
Alice just turned three the other day. She's crazy. She's constantly running around somewhere, doing something she shouldn't be. I'm 8 months along with our boy now, so I'm chasing a toddler all day and trying to make this damn baby.
Jase became the official Beta of our pack, I'm not sure how passing that title along will go, but he became it two years ago. Zane finished school, and is in college now to become a pack doctor.
I work in the daycare at the pack, and help out in the kitchen for dinner. I don't really have something that calls to me besides doing pack work. Troy says that's what makes me a good Luna.
I thought about going back to school to become a teacher, but I truly love the daycare. I love being around the sticky kids and seeing my baby interact with kids her own age. I don't want to give that up.
Even though it's exhausting. Alice shows signs of neurodivergent. Even at such a young age. But it makes sense. About a year ago I was diagnosed with being on the spectrum.
I was very surprised. But I guess it makes sense. I thought everyone was like me, but they're not. I was able to be put on medication, and it actually helped me be able to form more words.
I've been talking a lot more, and it doesnt feel so exhausting? Not sure if that's the right word for it, but it's what I feel.
Alice is showing signs though, but at a young age it's too hard to diagnose them. I don't want to put her into that bubble though. The boys want us to keep on top of it so we can help her, but I don't want that dragging her down.
If she's on the spectrum that's fine, but I don't want negative thingree so much "I murmured, making my way to our living area. I plop down on the couch, and Jase starts stripping.
"Shower?" he asks, wiggling his brows. Since we have a daughter, we don't have a lot of sexy time with all four of us so we do a lot of one on one. We still make time for us four, my mom takes Alice almost every weekend and we have sexathons and cuddle time.
It's refreshing and feels like us.
I nod, pushing to my feet and following behind Jase.
When he slips inside of me, everything feels right. Everything feels so good with them. When I fall asleep buried between my mates, when I wake up to them. It's all so perfect.
We're not perfect, we have bad days but we get through them, together. I love them. I love seeing Zane rock our daughter to sleep. I love when he comes home from school and can't get enough of us.
Being away from him for so long is hard. Jase and Troy I can see in passing, but Zane is an hour away.
He stays at the pack house still, but he's far away and it sucks.
I'm proud of him for doing what he wants though, and he's gonna be such a good doctor. He cares so much about people, although he's pretty quiet himself.
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I'm almost full term with this baby. He didn't come early, and he's very healthy. I'm also very pregnant. It hurts. My back hurts, my ankles are swollen, which I don't even know how to make since.
I'm constantly hungry, but I got morning sickness as soon as I hit 36 weeks. That was three days ago, and I'm over it. It's not even morning sickness. I eat, I puke. I drink, I puke. I smell food? I puke.
It's not very attractive to me, but the boys are supportive as always. I love them.
I'm at the daycare, doing my usual duties when the familiar pain hits me. It always knocks me down again, but I know what it is this time.
Our little boy is here.
"Anna," I murmured, and she turned to me.
"What's wrong?"
"Baby time" I force a small smile, and she nods.
"I'll call your mom to come get Alice, and I'll call the boys. Just make your way there"
And I do. And as soon as i get into a room, the boys are bursting in. Zane looks distressed, Jase looks just stressed, and Troy looks panicked.
"You can't leave us this time baby"
"You gotta fight sweetheart"
"Please love" Zane murmurs, lacing our fingers together. They all speak at the same time, but I hear them. Like they always heard me.
Because 4 years ago, they took a chance on me, and they have stuck by my side through it all. They've been there for me, through everything.
So when the darkness takes over, and the warm comfort hits, I don't get cozy. I fight to be back with my mates, to be with my daughter.
And I came too, to a crying baby.
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Annnnd the end! I loved writing this, and I wish I could do more but the story just kind of pulls you in one direction! Haha. I'm working on making my stories longer, and having more happen.
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