Typical Alpha

Chapter Thirty Six : Litter-aly

"Pregnant?" I ask.

"Pregnant." Dr Javier confirms.

"Pregnant!" Max proclaims.

I'd just taken a pregnancy test, and it had become clear that I was carrying a child. I'm pregnant. I just don't know how to feel, I'm 19, I have my whole life a head of me, but now there is a whole new life a head of me.

"Sia? Are you okay?" Max squeezes my hand, and I'm happy I really am, its just hard to come to terms with. "We're pregnant!"

And there's the whole werewolf thing, I'm having the alpha's baby. "Yeah I'm fine," I rub my stomach knowing there is a life forming, "We're having a baby!" I say positively exhaling loudly. And Max chuckles at me, "You don't know that yet." He smiles. What does that mean?

"Can we have an ultrasound?" Max asks and Dr Javier nods and I turn to Max.

"What the hell does "you don't know that yet" mean?" I rage whisper. He's getting me all worried, I've just discovered I'm expecting a baby I'd hate to have it taken away from me no matter how unready I am.

"Well you said a baby," he tells me. Is he really considering twins? "You don't know how many could be in a litter."

Litter? LITTER?

"Wait what? Do all werewolf's have litters? What? Am I having a litter?" I bombard him with questions. I begin to sweat at the thought of more than one child.

"Chill, Sia. A lot of the times there's a litter but also sometimes there's just one. I'm an only child but Oliver has five siblings, get me?"

"FIVE?" Oh my gosh I'm loosing it.

"Olivers mom was pregnant 3 times, 3 sets of twins." He tells me rubbing my thigh, it makes me feel a little better. But then again it could still be twins.

"Alright it's all set up, I'm just going to apply this to your tummy, its going to be a little cold." Dr Javier walks in with a few chords and plugs them in after squeezing a cool gel onto my stomach. "Alright I'm going to determine how far a long you are, and if possible how many pups." He presses something against the gel and rubs it around. The machine begins to display a shaky black and white image, "Alright... You're just 2 months in. Which is a third of the way through the pregnancy, as you should know Werewolfs only stay in the womb for 6 months."

Wholy shit I'm shaking, I'm due to give birth in 4 months.

"Would you like to know how many?" He asks and I hesitate when I nod, Max just beams the whole way.

"Well you can see one here.." He points to a round shape on the screen. "And another here..." He points to the other side of the screen.

Twins. My heart beats a little faster, taking it all in. I look into the scan at the two little circles. My babies.

"Congratulations, you're having triplets." He points to a third circle.

"Oh boy." I mutter under my breathe. Max kisses my hand three times, a smile never leaving his face. He beams at the screen with the three little circles, he's so happy.

"I love them already." Max rushes his hands through his messy hair, looking a little emotional.

"Would you like to know the sexes?" Dr Javier says looking pleased with himself.

"No, thank you." I tell the Dr.

"Yes, please." Max tells the Dr.

I shoot a look at him, I've got so much to process. I mean, I hate surprises, but I don't want to know what gender my babies will be. I respect why he would want to but isn't finding out that we're having triplets enough?

"Oh.." Max's head drops down. "That's okay." Is he trying to guilt trip me?

"Yes or no?" Dr Javier asks looking between us both. Max looks up at me with those big green eyes of his that made me fall for him in the first place.

"Can you tell us one of the genders?" I ask, so that Max would stop with his pouting. The Dr nodds and Max's head lifts up and his smile is back.

"Which one?" Doc asks and I turn to Max giving him the go ahead that he can chose.

"That one." He points to the one right in the middle without a second thought. Despite the fact I didn't want to know any of the baby's sexes, I was interested to see if I was expecting a boy or a girl.

"It's a boy." Dr Javier confirms with us and Max is over the moon. He begins to rub his hands together and jiggle in his seat. "Now that also leaves you with the possibility that they could all be boys, which could then lead to the chance of each being identical. Which is quite common amongst werewolf's."

"Thank you Doctor." I tell him because Max is too much in his own world to notice anything around him.

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"Troy?"

"No."

"Levi?"

"No..."

"Korey?"

"Max, no!"

For the last hour, Max has been suggesting names. I'm very grateful that Max is excited and supportive but can I get a break? 4 months and I'll be giving birth to three babies. I can't even comprehend the pain I'll be feeling, and he wants to discuss names.

"That's exactly my point! You'll be giving birth to our three little pups in 4 months, we need to discuss names." Douche bag just read my mind. Why is it that I have to hide my own thoughts from my boyfriend?

I don't even respond, I just fold my arms in the passengers seat, exhaling loudly. How will I tell Claire? Hell, how will I tell my mother? Max takes a sharp turn and I wish all my worries would just fly out the window. How exactly do I explain to my parents that the babys are due in 4 months when I'm only 2 months pregnant? Oh my. Max takes another sharp turn, and heads towards a large car park which was almost packed.

"Where are you going?" I ask him sitting up right in my seat. He takes a turn into a park between a BMW and a Silver Ford. He puts the jeep on park and takes out the keys.

"Well, Sia Darling, this is the mall. Would you like to buy baby clothes?"

It sounded like a great idea to me, it would make me feel like the baby's are actually coming and Im prepared for them. I think this will be good for me.

"Sounds good," I accompany him out of the car and into the mall where people are flooding in and out.

The amount of new shops that has been added to this place since I was in high school is ridiculous. I never thought I'd be back here buying baby clothes either, I hope someone I know doesn't catch me in a baby shop that would be horrible.

"Hey Max?" I ask as he holds my hand walking towards a baby store. He turns to me with a killer smile, which automatically makes me smile.

"Yes?" He asks as we walk in. Women with small children dominate the store, and heavily pregnant women browse the racks.

"Where do you get all your money from?" Max is loaded, I know that because when I first met him I bought a load of clothes and he insisted, not to mention the jeep.

"Well, consider my father like the Queen, and I'm Prince Charles, royalty are just rich."

"So you're just alpha? That's all it is?"

"Pretty much."

The amount of clothes we bought was ridiculous. Max and I decided, no pink or blue. It's to gender stereotypical and our babies will look better in different colors. We bought mainly for the little boy on the way, and my favorite was the panda onsie that he'll look adorable in.

I guess this stuff does make you feel better.