The Last One

The Last One: Chapter 24

Chapter 24:

Xavier wasn't joking when he said that I was going to be under supervision twenty four seven. I literally had somebody watching me all day until he got off of work. It was always Alex, Jace, Tyler, or Jeremy. Jeremy and Jace were fun sometimes, but the others were just annoying. I had to try and convince them all to stay in the room while I took a shower or used the bathroom. It was extremely annoying.

My hormones were crazy and I usually screamed at everybody. My powers have gone out of control six more times and everyday I'd have a weird craving for tons of different things. It was crazy. Its been six months since I found out I was pregnant and I had a baby bump. I felt so embarrassed when somebody needed to help me stand up.

It's also been six months since the last attack. Xavier has been ready to fight since the last fight. He was stressed out and I was one of the reasons he was stressed. I wanted to help him, but I didn't know how. I sighed and put my hands on my enlarged stomach. I swear my hips have grown wider. I felt so bloated and my wolf was just as pissy as I was. Xavier walked in and sat down next to me, pulling me against him. "Hey, baby, how're you feeling?" He asked gently and put his hand on my stomach.

I sighed, resting my head on his shoulder. "I feel bloated, tired, pissy, and a whole lot of other things." I complained and he chuckled. He knelt down in front of me and kissed my stomach. "Hey buddy, it's daddy. Your mommy is having a really hard time right now, do you mind easing up a little bit? I hate seeing her all stressed out and when you find your mate, you'll understand." He said softly and I giggled. We found out that I was having a boy. He kissed my stomach again and sat next to me. We sat in silence and it was nice.

"We still have to think of a name for him." Xavier said and I looked up at him. "What were you thinking?" He shrugged. "I don't know. What about you?" He looked down at me with soft eyes. I shrugged. "I was thinking maybe Dante or Conrad. I'm leaning more towards Dante." I said and he smiled. "I like that. Dante Conhart, it's got a ring to it." I narrowed my eyes at him playfully. "What if I keep my last name to Rosehart? Will it still have a ring?" I asked and he kissed my nose. "Dante Rosehart. I like that." He said. He pressed his lips against mine and I kissed him back. "I have to go to a meeting. I'll be back in a few hours and we can discuss names. Jace is going to keep an eye on you." I rolled my eyes and groaned.

He chuckled. "I love you." He said before leaving. I snorted. "Sometimes I question that," I mumbled under my breath. Jace barged in. "I have a arrived!" He announced and I rolled my eyes. "Don't make it look like a big deal. Its just you." I said and he feigned hurt. He put a hand to his heart and gaped at me. "Ugh, I was trying to make you laugh." He said dramatically and I huffed. "Yeah, well, that doesn't happen when I'm pregnant." He chuckled and ruffled my hair, making me growl at him. "I think you have rabies." He said and sat far away from me. I rolled my eyes again. I made a motion with my hands around my stomach. "I'm pregnant." I said slowly like he was a little kid who didn't understand. He nodded slowly. "I know you are, trust me, I know." He said and I flipped him off, making him laugh.

I went to stand up and he immediately helped me up. I gave him a tight smile and walked to the door. He followed me and he knew where I was going. I've been going to the same place for six months.

The kitchen.

I searched through the cupboards and the fridge. I had an especially weird craving today. "Jace?"

"Yeah?"

"Do we have any peanut butter?"

"Yeah, it's in the cupboard." I found it and took it out. I wasn't done yet. "Do we have any pickles?" Yup, peanut butter and pickles. Told you it was a weird craving. He sighed. "Are you seriously going to put peanut butter on pickles?" He groaned and took out a jar of pickles. I nodded and gave him an innocent look. "Are you going to judge a pregnant she-wolfs cravings?" I raised my eyebrows, challenging him. Fear flashed in his silver eyes and he shook his head vigorously. "No, not at all." I smiled sweetly and ate my peanut butter pickles. They tasted pretty damn good.