Chapter 22 ~ Promises

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Sorry guys, I know it's been a while. A long while.

It's been a hectic time the past few months. As some of you may know, I was a junior in high school when this was last updated. I then worked all summer and came home to craft college essays. Little by little I was able to write this very rough, Franken-chapter. 

I just started my senior year and have a packed schedule, on top of college planning and applying (which is the most stressful thing in the world at the moment), and outside programs that will give me an edge on the application process. 

I am telling you this because I don't know when I'll be able to update again. If I write something, I want it to be good enough for strangers to read, not a skeleton with some sentences, details, and events slapped here and there. I have the rest of the story planned out, it's having the time and motivation to write it. I will try though, especially for those who have stayed with me since the beginning.

Please comment! I would really love to hear something motivational right now 

Love, 

KC Blares

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 Chapter 22 ~ Promises

KC's P.O.V.

I woke unpleasantly the next morning.

It was later in the morning, near the noon. A bright white world invaded the room from outside, almost every corner of it illuminated. I rolled over to burry my face into Damon's pillow, inhaling his musky scent. His space was cold, but his impression in the mattress was still there after many years of sleeping on it. That stubborn Alpha-mate of mine had left hours earlier, when the darkness in the room was stronger than the light. For a quick moment, I thought about adventuring down to the clearing to see how everything was going, but my imaginings of disobeying were disrupted when my stomach churned. Moaning, I rolled out of bed and made a B-line for the bathroom, reaching the toilet just in time. Through chunks of last night's meal, I cursed at the moon for morning sickness. Of all the human pregnancy quirks, this one had to be the worst, and my species just had to have it.

"KC, are you up?" I heard Amber's voice. Oh yeah, I grouchily remembered, my babysitter.

"No, I'm sleep-puking," I called back sarcastically, Amber appearing in my peripheral vision.

"I can see that," she slightly giggled, pulling my hair back as I finished. "I wonder if your child will share your same attitude," she chuckled as she helped me to my feet. My hand went to my 3-week swollen stomach, the start of the fourth only a few days away.

"If Damon can handle me, he can handle her... or him," I replied, walking out through the bedroom and into the living room. I glanced over and saw a playpen on the floor between the couches where the coffee table had been. Amber's two baby boys were rolling around in it. "I see you've set up shop."

"Damon said I should. He thinks it'll be good for you to be exposed to babies and all their little quirks. Besides, I need to be with them more. Dan and I have been away from them too long every day."

"Gotchu," I said groggily, shuffling towards the kitchen counter. I slid into one of the stools and crossed my arms on the counter in front of me, resting my forehead on my forearm. I had literally just slept through the better part of the morning and was already exhausted.

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