David's P.O.V
The whole pack knows I'm pregnant. I'm a month along, I have 2 more months. Werewolf babies grows in 3 months. I found out I'm having a boy. I already look 3 months along in the human world.
I'm cooking lunch for the pack. Right now they are training outside. They have been training since 7 o'clock, it is now 12 o'clock.
I turn the radio on. Love. Sex. Riot. featuring Fronz of Fronzak of Attila comes on. When it gets to my favorite spot I start to sing as I finish lunch.
"Nobody wants a couple of rights without a couple of wrongs, yeah." I sing as I put the cheese in the salad.
"And the fire that you're building up is coming off so strong." I stir the noodles for spaghetti.
"It's like I'm burning inside when you spit my name." I stir the tomato sauce.
"The rock, the roll, the pride, the shame." I sing as I drain the noodles.
"Let's skip the foreplay and become the teenage waste." I take the meatballs out the oven.
"That's what we call love sex riot." I mix the sauce and meatballs.
"So excited." I put the noodles on the stove again.
"Love sex ri..." I turn around to see the pack smiling at me.
"Were you there the whole time?" I ask embarrassed red in the face.
"You have an amazing voice." Melissa tells me with awe on her face, causing me to blush. I don't sing in front of people, the fact that they heard makes me nauseas.
"The foods done!" I squeak out.
"Aw he's embarrassed! That's so cute!" A girl squeals out jumping up and down. Making me more embarrass.
"Mia! You're embarrassing him more." Kayla smirks at me.
Liam walks over to me and takes me into his arms. I hide my face in his stomach.
The girl Mia walks over to me. "I'm sorry for embarrassing you Luna, you're just so cute!" she bounces on the balls of her feet.
Liam chuckles, his body shaking, as he laughs. "Mia stop embarrassing David."
I peek through the side of my eyes to see Mia pouting. I pull my face from Liam's stomach, and smile at her.
"Let's eat." Brian rubs his hands together.
We are eating when Melissa ask me why haven't my parents called me stopping the conversation.
"Well my parents are in Africa." I state not really wanting to talk about my parents.
"Why didn't you go with them?" she ask curiously.
"My parents are rich snobs, I didn't go because I can't stand them, and because I don't live with them." I answer her.
"I'm sorry about that sweetheart." she tells me.
"It doesn't bother me." I state before going back to eating my spaghetti.
My parents don't care about me. I'm not the trophy son they always wanted. I'm not a football player, or any sports for that matter. They hate me, the only time they care is when there is a diner party, or in front of their friends and coworkers.
"Do you know when they're coming back?" Brian ask me bringing me from my thoughts.
"It has been 10 months since they left, so 2 months unless they come home early." I answer.
I hope they don't come back, what will they think when they see that their son is pregnant.
