Carrier (TPA2)

6:

      I wake up, unhappy. I roll over in the bed, I try to move but am held down by a much larger force on me.

I sigh, realize I had slept next to him last night. I felt less alone last night with him beside me, but the loneliness is still there.

   "Sir," there's a knock on the door. I stare at it, watch it creak open and see Jewel peeking her head inside. 

Her eyes meet mine and she simply glares at me. I start to move but I'm pulled closer to Alex's body.

"It can wait awhile longer, Jewel." He says, his lips run across the back of my neck as he talks. Jewel huffs, stomps her foot with the attitude she always gives me.

"Your mate is here and is wanting to speak with you." Alex silently let's me go, rolls over to his other side and waves his hand towards Jewel.

"I'll be down in five minutes." He says. This is the first time she's been here all these months I have been. I hadn't even met her yet. Jewel slams the door, and I can hear her stomp away down the hall.

Alex slides out of bed, nearly falls to the floor but catches himself. He stretches and I can clearly see the muscles on his back.

  "Are you feeling okay?" He asks. I look down at my hands and nod my head. As okay as I'll ever be.

"For now, yeah." I say. I stretch, and curl back into a ball on his bed. It's a lot more comfortable than mine. Plus, it's warmer too.

"Are you sure?" He asks, taking a seat on the edge of the bed next to me. I let out a breath, nod my head.

"I'll be okay." I mumble. I'm everything but okay. My world has fallen apart.

"I'll have Jewel bring you a test later on today, okay?" He says softly. I feel his nose run against my cheek. It's a gentle wolf gesture. A sign of reassurance. It's not a sexual gesture, but if you were not a werewolf you would take it as one.

"Okay." I whisper softly. I close my eyes and feel his press a kiss to my temple. He pulls the blankets over my body and let's out a tired breath.

  "Let's get this over with." He mumbles as he walks out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

I just lay there. I can't fall back to sleep. There's too many things running through my mind all at once.

If I'm right, North would be walking right now. Ryan probably has his hands full trying to keep up with her. Even as a little baby she had more energy than the two of us combined.

I wondered if Ryan was letting his hair grow out. Or if he still spends so much time preparing perfect meals for himself. Most of all, I wondered if he was still hoping that I'd be home for dinner.

I sit up in the bed. I feel my stomach churn. I clutch my stomach. I know there's something in there.

I'm sorry. I let the words sink into my soul. I just sit there. I don't move an inch, I can hardly even breath. I feel like I have to throw up, but that's not it.

It's a sick feeling you get when you lie. Or when someone else is hurting because of something you did. I hold a hand against the pit of my stomach.

Jewel barges into the room, she's expressionless right now. In her hand is a box of tests. I sigh, stand to my feet and snatch the box from her hands.

"All you have to do is pee on the stick." She explains. I brush past her, towards the bathroom.

"I've done this quite a few times in the past." I mutter. Only this time I won't be disappointed to find one negative.