It took a week to get out of bed again. Apparently Antonio had been right- I wasn't that badly off, considering, and had more than enough help to get each baby fed. Apparently Nick had even been thoughtful enough to buy an automatic breast pump and to help me figure out how to use it before the milk really came in. I'd never felt like mooing as much as I did with that thing on there. Paige was still devastated as to how it'd gone, the spell, but I'd reminded her that if she hadn't done it, we'd have a much bigger problem.
Still, having a werewolves ability to heal meant I was out of bed and healing faster than expected. Or maybe that was how stubborn I was about getting out and back to full strength.
Matt was fascinated, and finally released his personal boundaries to come closer, as fascinated as Nick was about how 'breast feeding' worked when the milk finally started to really come in. They'd sit there watching it, side by side, as I fed one or two of the three. We found that none of them wanted to be alone in the crib without the others but luckily there was never a shortage of werewolves willing to hold the left out baby while the other two got attention.
And it turned out that the reason Lily had purple nail polish was to do with practical needs, rather than Nick loosing his mind with worry, as she and Susie were identical. Lily got purple and Susie got blue.
By the second week I was more than willing to try jumping down stairs again, much to Jeremy's horror, partially triggered by the alpha again vanishing. And with the last of his pack taken care of, the way we'd humiliated him by sending him away with a pillow, no one had the illusion that he'd just slunk off. I cornered Clayton as soon as I could and made him start to train me again, between a machine on my boobs, hungry werewolf babies, changing nappies and snuggle times which I usually ended up doing more than planned because I couldn't put them down again once they were settled, clean and happy, I would collapse exhausted in bed. Nick seemed to struggle at first too, needing some instruction and help, but he was getting into the swing of it by the second week.
By the third week we'd gotten a routine going. Feeding three babies over and over and over, so many times a day that I lost count. Nick taking the bottle and me trying to get used to the feeling of being milked by a baby or a machine, sometimes both at once, with more dirty nappies more than we wanted to admit. It did help to have Elena and Clayton there who'd already been through it, who seemed to have a little more experience than us. Antonio also pitched in as much as he could. I was openly training again now, getting fit again, trying to get my body back to some kind of good state now that the babies were safely out of it. The second my body was healed, the training with Clayton got serious, and I started to really feel like I was being trained. Nick would find another bruise or two. Clayton was careful to avoid my chest but also very clear that anyone fighting me would not be like that. They would probably try going for that spot first.
With a routine going, training underway, and my body returning to some kind of normal state, now I just had to wait for the alpha to reappear. It didn't take long.
Three weeks in and we were in the full swing of it. It was easy!
...well, not easy. Actually, this parent thing was so damn difficult that I sometimes wondered if I could slip one of them into Elena and Clayton's room for a night and see if they were too sleepy to remember that their twins were now kids.
But we had a routine and we adapted. The early mornings were the best. We'd be woken up by one, two or all three of them for their morning change. Or sometimes they'd be woken by Matt, Logan and Kate around seven thirty, if they were sleeping in, the three kid's curiosity about the the triplets not vanishing even after all this time.
The two of us would get up, moan and groan like zombies, sometimes let the twins and Matt in, sometimes we'd leave them outside, kiss each other as we tried to get the three nappies changed before the triplets got hysterical. The amusing thing was that Susie was happier in her nappy, so she was generally left till last, as if she found the warm stinky squishiness comforting. Nick would gently lie them down on the bed in a row, using some sort of special baby holding foam thing, and vanish downstairs for their and our breakfasts.
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Hunter - Book 2 of the Hunted Series
FanfictionAnne, an Australian, has escaped and has started to heal. Even now though that werewolf, who calls himself Master, who bit her and tortured her for almost a year is close on her tail. She doesn't know if she's hunting him or if he's hunting her. S...
