Carrier (TPA2)

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     I'm not 100% positive how many chapters that this story will have, but we're reaching the climax of this story.

"Ryan." I breath, stepping through the front door. He clenches his jaw and looks at me. "Taylor?" His voice is shaky.

"Ryan, I'm home." I smile, and start to run to him. He pulls me into a tight hug. Tears form in my eyes. I'm relieved to finally be home.

"I thought you were dead." He whispers in my hair. I fall silent for awhile. "Taylor, baby you have to leave." He croaks. I pull away from him and furrow my eyebrows.

"What? Why?" I croak.

"There's someone else, Taylor. You were gone so long that I couldn't help but fall in love with someone else." He says. A look of regret crosses his face. My lips part, and I start to say something.

"What about North? Where is she?" I ask. I'm frantic. I lost Ryan. I cannot lose North either.

"I-I gave her up, Taylor." His voice is thick with hate. "You left, and North needed a mom. It's all your fault." He growls.

It's all my fault.

"B-but I can explain why I was gone." I beg for him to just listen to me. Ryan doesn't show any sympathy.

"I don't need you anymore. I've gotten someone much more attractive. And they don't have stretch marks." He snaps. I furrow my eyebrows. He said he loved me no matter what.

"I love you Ryan, please! Just listen to me!" I beg. I drop to my knees hoping that he would just give me a change to explain myself. He furrows his eyebrows and bends down to my level.

"If you loved me, you would have died instead of baring his child." He snaps. My lip quivers. "I don't love you anymore, Taylor. Matter of fact, I want you banned from my pack." He pushes me. I keep falling.

It's an endless pit. I feel like I've fallen for hours. My head hits concrete, and I land in a pile of my own blood.

Ryan is standing facing me. His body is bare, and he let's out a breath. He stares back at me, and a smile crosses his face. A woman shows up when I blink. She's beautiful. She's behind him, her hands traveling down his body. He smirks at me. The women grins, and sinks her teeth into Ryan's neck. He's moved on.

My eyes shoot open and I stare at the gray wall. I cannot breath. The dream I had just had cannot be erased from my mind. I want to break down and cry.

I force myself not to. I understand that it was just a dream. It was just a dream. I keep reminding myself that I cannot let that get to me.

I keep thinking that when I go home, Ryan will reject me. It's terrible to even think something like that. I cannot help it though. I've been away from him for nearly two years now. What if he changed? What if his thoughts and feeling for me changed? The thought of Ryan not accepting me back is the scariest thing that I've come across in a long time. I need to stop thinking about all the bad possibilities, and try to focus on the good ones.

I crawl out of bed in silence. I've got to use the bathroom. I can see better in the dark now that I've got my wolf back.

I get to the bathroom door, and feel a liquid run down my leg. I gulp. Did I just pee myself? No. My heart pounds in my chest.

"Alex?" I call his name mindlessly. I don't know what to do. It isn't pee. I call his name again and his light flicks on. He furrows his eyebrows and wipes away the sleep from his eyes.

"What's wrong, mama?" He asks, clearly not noticing anything but distress in me. I swallow and when he reaches out to grab me I hold onto his hand.

"I think it's time." Alex blinks blankly. He doesn't understand why I'm saying. Of course he doesn't. What English man does understand American talk?

"What?" He wonders. A contraction happens and I whimper. I start to fall to my knees and he catches me.

"Alex, the baby is coming." I rush out my words.