The Big Badass Alpha Is My Mate?

Chapter 23 : Just Don't.

                                                                       Poppy 

        I have a feeling of grief deep in my stomach. I haven't really faced anyone - especially Jack- since we had that fight about having a baby. I rub my head lightly and toss the empty can to the side. 'That makes four,' our wolf thinks. I ignore her and sigh. I can hear the small patter of Jack's feet come toward my omega den and it makes me cry out in frustration when he opens the door. 

                                         "What? What the fuck could you possibly want?" 

I feel the mood shift. He is obviously upset, but remains stone faced as he steps around the discarded cans on the floor. He sits next to me and tries to grab my hand. My wolf screams to let him in, but I pull away and my eyes dart away to rest on a spot on the floor. 

                                          "Poppy. Just please fucking talk to me." 

I can feel my temperature rise as I begin to get angry. What do I even say? "Oh, sorry you can't impregnate me because someone tore my uterus open when I was a pup. Lol." I feel tears well up in my eyes as his wolf screams in my head.

"Stop to fucking listen to me."

I let my eyes meet his. For fuck sake, his eyes make my heart break. They are pleading with mine. I sigh.

"I'll give you two minutes."

He opens his mouth to protest but senses that I am serious.

"I love you, no matter what. If we need a surrogate, you know we will get one. Pop, I want us to be parents."

I sigh, and lean into his shoulder.

"I don't want you to think of me as a bad parent if I can't have kids."

"I don't."

                                       •Later that Evening•
"Are you sure you want to do this? We can go, if you're not up for it."

I sigh and look at the big sign over the door. 'Omega House Adoption Center'.

"I want to. I love you Jack."

As soon as we step inside, I'm hit with an instant feeling of grief. Kids of all ages and sizes run around the area, and make me remember that I can't have biological kids. I'm ready to call it quits until a small toddler waddles up to me and pulls my arms.

"Hewwo..." He says quietly, "my s-sissy and I thought you were sad so we wanted to say hi!"

When his sister stepped out from behind him, my heart broke in half. She was skinny, with a large birthmark under her right eye that matched mine.

"Pop?"

"Let's adopt these two."

The little boy lights up like a Christmas tree.

"Nessie! Did you hear?? They want us!"

                                      •The next day•

I fall into bed with my mate and our new kids. When we adopted them, we found out that their names are Vanessa and Logan. We didn't change them, because we were too in love with their names.

"Mommy?"

"Yes sweetie?"

"Tank yew for adoptiting us!"

I smile, and link my fingers with Jack's.

"You're welcome."