*Astrid's POV*
"Would you like to know the gender of your baby, or leave it unknown?" Dr Racents raised a brow, his gaze shifting between Ash and I.
"Can we?" I asked quietly, looking up at Asher.
A large grin lit up his face, and he nodded, leaning down and pecking my lips. I giggled slightly, looking up anxiously at the doctor.
"Okay, then. It's a..."
The doctor paused, his eyes shifting from Asher, to me, and back to the paper.
"It's a boy."
Asher leapt up from his chair, his eyes alight.
"It's a boy!" He shouted, bending down to grab my face. He slammed his lips to mine in a passionate and hard kiss, pulling away with a million-dollar smile.
We're having a baby boy... Oh, my God. We're having a baby boy.
As the information sunk in, my excitement grew. While Asher was shouting and staring wide-eyed at the ultrasound pictures, I sat in shock, a humongous smile plastered onto my face.
I'm pregnant. It's a boy. I'll be giving birth soon.
I'm having a baby. We're having a baby.
A small squeal fell from my lips as I hopped up from the chair, leaping into my mate's arms.
"We're having a baby!" I cried, the mega-watt smile still etched onto my face a tears of joy fell down my cheeks.
HOLY SHIT IM AN AWFUL PERSON PLEASE DON'T HATE ME IM SORRY I LOVE YOU GUYS OK IM SORRY
IT'S BEEN A MONTH
THAT'S DISGUSTING AND IT'S NEVER HAPPENING AGAIN
I PROMISE
PLEASE DON'T HATE ME
MY INTERNET IS BACK
I'LL BE UPDATING THIS WEEKEND
I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY
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Save Me, Alpha
RomanceDo you know how it feels to be beaten, left behind? Well, Astrid Wheeler does, and she hates it. She's tired of being used as a pathetic punching bag by her abusive adopted father, Matt. So, she makes her decision. She runs. She runs for hours, un...
