Halfbreed (BWWM)

Traditions

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"Sweetheart, are you ready?"

Hanna Stewart ignored her husband as she pinned another star shaped earring into the tiny hole in her ear lope. She pulled back slightly and smiled at her finished look in her vanity mirror.

Her eyes flickered away from her grinning face to watch the reflection of her husband walk into their bedroom. He sighed when she smiled at him as a fond smile took hold of his handsome face. He looked nice in his tailored, blue suit that fit his muscular body perfectly. She felt a stirring in her body – damn pregnancy hormones, she thought.

It wasn't that she wasn't normally attracted her husband, but the recent months as made her a bit...thirsty, she would say.

"You know I have to look prefect," Hanna responded, gaze flickering back down to her face.

"Too bad," he approached her in quick strides on long legs, "you already look prefect." He bent and wrapped his arms around her, his cheek pressing into hers. She felt his hands ran over her swollen stomach and a growl rumble against her back. "More than prefect," he whispered in a way it almost seemed as if he were talking to himself. "Besides, it's not as if this is a big deal – it's just family."

She rolled her eyes at him, her own hands going to cover his that were still holding her stomach. She looked down and stared at the contrast of her red dress, his tan hands, and her dark brown ones.

"This is our baby's acceptance party." She reminded him. "It's a ceremony and a big deal."

He turned his head so that his nose was pressed into her shoulder length, obsidian curls. She could hear him take a deep sniff as his hands began to move lower. "It's outdated and simply for show. I am Alpha, you are my love, our child is of this pack and no ancient sniffing ritual will change that."

Hanna sighed, gripping his hands and moving them back up. Brent was like that, he didn't care a whole lot about traditions or customs. Now that he was Alpha, all he could talk about was all of the things he wanted to change. She, on the other hand, liked traditions, the rules, and knowing what to expect from them.

She guessed it was how their two packs were different. Her original pack was stippled with tradition and was strong, she thinks because of it. Brent's pack on the other hand...was not. His pack was smaller, with members moving away and choosing to live a more human life. They weren't as tight nit as what she had been use to and hardly ever took part in the traditions that made them what they were...Werewolves.

Brent once again sighed and stood up straight, his hands on her shoulders. She admired his face for a moment, which was clear of the shaggy dark blonde locks that normally hid it from view because of his small pony.

He's handsome and she's always loved his face.

He caught her staring and smirked at her in the mirror. "I just don't want other males sniffing at my wife's stomach."

She huffed. "That ridiculous."

He shrugged, "even so."

With his help, Hanna was able to stand to her feet. She smiled at her silly lover and kissed him quickly on the lips. "I'm going to whip this pack into shape." She declared.

He shook his head. "I'm trying to move us into the current century."

She frowned up at him, considering he out heighted her almost a whole foot. "Isn't teaching our pup about his or her history important?"