Screams are heard from the clinic.
Screams of pain, groans of effort.
Gem is in there, giving birth to our little boy.
I wanted to be in there, but she refused. She wants to do this alone.
I think she just didn't want Graham in there with her pup, with our pup.
I've made it clear to her that Graham will be in this baby's life, in this child's life. She understand that, but she's clinging on to a life that doesn't fully include him for as long as she can.
They get along now, but only just. I suppose that happens within families, I suppose we will get used to it in time.
Graham is holding my hand, giving me the support I need and I'm giving it right back. He's shaking, nervous about his situation. He wants to be there for us. He wants to be a father too, but he's scared. He doesn't want to be left out.
All of his feelings are pouring out of him and into me.
I bring him in for a hug and that's when we hear it.
Screams
Not the screams of a woman, of a she-wolf, but the cries of a baby. Sweet and innocent.
Tears of joy prick my eyes and Graham lifts me up and spins me around. My family is laughing at this display. I make him out me down. I don't want he pack to know who's really in charge with us.
I wipe my eyes and smile before dragging Graham into the clinic, into the room. Gem looks exhausted. I go to her first, because I know aunt Bee is cleaning the baby still.
"How are you?" I wipe her forehead. We've become friends in this time.
"In pain. Do you think you could grab me the water?" I hand it to her and she takes long and deep gulps.
Graham is hovering beside me, antsy.
"Did you decide on the name?" He's asking her, badgering her and I give him a look to calm down.
Her lips start to turn up around her straw. We decided to let her pick the name, but she's made a joke out of it, or maybe she really does have horrendous taste in names.
"Please don't tell me it's-" Graham starts, but she interrupts him.
"Wilfred."
She can't be serious. Wilfred?
"And we shall nickname him wolf." She continues.
"Wolf? Are you serious woman!" I think Graham might have a heart attack. Naming a werewolf 'wolf' is a big no no.
"Yes I am. His name will be Willfred 'wolf' Owens."
Aunt Bee is back, the baby in her arms.
Now I'm the one hovering, trying to get a peek at my boy.
Gem gives Graham a look to stay back when he tries to reach for little wolf.
I give her a look to stop being so possessive, but it's not needed. She's exhausted and almost falling asleep.
Bee hands me little wolf. He's so small. I feel like I might break him. His little face is so cute as he opens and closes his eyes, exhausted like his mom from the activities of today.
"Hi wolf, I'm your daddy." I coo to him, letting his little hand wrap around my finger.
Graham has forgotten about the name as he looks over my shoulder, one hand around my waist, the other stroking our boys cheek in amazement.
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Hidden Bonds
Werewolf(Book3) Talon Blackwood has had feelings for his best friend since before he can remember. He can't stop the staring. He can't help the glances and the slow, easy perusals. He can't change the way he is. In love, in love with his best friend ...
