The Alphas Sociopathic Mate

Chapter Fifty-nine- Stress Free

Chapter Fifty-nine- Stress Free

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Logan

Needless to say I spent the rest of our vacation relaxing and trying to keep myself stress free. I usually sat on the beach with Johnny and Sam. Sam and I built sand castles but Sam would get bitchy about mine being better and then he would break it, and then we would fight and Johnny would tell us to knock it off so I didn't get hurt.

We can tell who is the mature one in the relationship.

I can still kick his ass though.

"No love unless there is a glove." Jake said as he opened the cupboards in our house. I sat at the breakfast bar and sighed while Sam and Dean sat at the table.

"Wrap your willy before you get silly. Does nobody pay attention to these things?" Jake asked while slamming a coffee cup down.

"Jake, you're not being supportive." Dean scolded.

"No, because I'm upset that some teenager got our daughter pregnant." He said.

"Jake he is not some teenager. Johnny Blackwood, mate to Logan Everton. It's not like some random kid got her pregnant." Dean sighed.

"Logan, is this what you want?" Jake asked.

"I mean I could have waited but, I guess this is what is in store for me." I shrugged.

"Alright, you are going to see a doctor though. You have to be stress free." He said grabbing car keys.

"But why? I don't want to see a doctor." I pouted.

"Logan Everton, we are doing this right." He called. I got up from my seat and made my way out to Jake's car. We drove to a familiar place I hoped to never see again.

"You took me to see Anna!? Why?" I whined while leaning against the door frame.

"Anna knows you Logan." He said leaving the car. We walked into the orphanage and my old counsellor smiled and lead us into our office. I remembered the place all too well and had no choice but to sit my pregnant ass on the chair.

"Logan! How are you?" She smiled and I groaned.

"Did you tell anyone I was a Youngblood?"

"No, Logan...I remember that you told me you would kill me."

"Good."

"Logan's pregnant, as I told you. We need a way to keep her stress free and happy." Jake notified.

"Well, Logan what kept you stress free when you were in here?" She asked while folding her hands on her desk.

"Being rude to people?" I shrugged.

"Kind of...but no. Logan when you were in here you didn't worry about anything. You showed no emotion, you didn't worry about being angry or sad and what did you used to write in everyday?" She asked.

"I was forced to write a journal to make sure I kept my emotions in check." I said while rolling my eyes.

"Logan you are a very talented writer. I always told you that, keep a journal of daily events for your future child. Imagine having something for them to read when they are sixteen?" She smiled and I stared at her.

"Why would I do that?" I asked.

"Because writing was your escape." She pulled out her drawer and placed old, ripped and dirty books. The colours on them were faded and I instantly recognized them.

"I thought I told you to burn those? Anna..." I warned.

"I read them all the time. I am keeping them Logan. Please just be empty. Don't fret over anything."

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So here I was, it had been a week since I have seen Anna and I have done as she told me. I kept a journal that I wrote in everyday to my future child. I have also been...rude.

Whenever someone told me something I usually told them to get lost because I didn't want to hear any drama or stress. I sat on my bed most of the time becoming lost in my own thoughts or meditating as Sam called it.

Johnny was upset because I stayed away from him. But I did it because I didn't want him to be worried about me. If Johnny was worried about me then I would get angry, he was busy with his alpha training and seeing him tired and sore would mess up this schedule I had going on. All this for my future kid, they better know the struggle I went through for them, I haven't made fun of anyone or beat anyone up in a week. I'm dying.