Having The Alphas' Baby

17: Together

(Media picture of Jace)
**Michael Trevino as Jace**

-edited-

Xavier POV:

"So how's she taking it?" I look at Oscar, bitting my knuckles.

"Well she's been crying for about two hours, kicked me out her dorm room, refuses to talk to me, and doesn't want to go to the pack house." I growled.

"Her mother just cut her out of her life, that can hurt anyone of any one of any species. She just needs time." He patted my shoulder. "Just give it to her."

"I know, I know, but I feel like she needs me more than anything else."

"You're her mate you're gonna feel that about any situation." He rolled his eyes.

I stayed on the outside of her door. Listening to her cry tore at me little by little, but I wait until she calls me. If she calls me. Eventually she'll go to sleep so her tear ducts can restock themselves for tomorrows crying hours.

I told Jace and Omar to go get some moving boxes for her so tomorrow we can pack, and find somewhere to leave her things. I want to put them in my house but I don't think she knows I have a house for just me, then again I haven't told her... it just never came up.

I put my ear to the door and I don't hear anything, just soft snores. I open the door silently and all I see is her head and the rest of her under the blanket as she hugged a pillow to her.

I gently climb on the bed to dry her face and tuck her in bed the right way. I turned off the Tv and kissed her cheek before turning out the light.

"Wait.." Her voice said softly, as I was about to walk out the door. "Stay with me, please?" She asked tiredly.

"Whatever you want beautiful."

I crawl next to her getting under the blankets. She entered my arms and I wrap my arms around her, holding her too me so she can feel the comfort. I want her to feel better, but I know this is also really tough on her.

I kiss her head once more before falling asleep with her.

•••

"... hey mom it's me, your daughter Veronica. This is my 17th message, and I just want to talk to you, please call me back." I roll over to see Veronica sitting up on the bed, she had one foot tucked under thigh as the other dangled off the side of the bed. She whipped her face and put her phone down as she sighed heavily.

I didn't know if I should intervene or just go back to sleep and be there when she asks for me. I don't want to push her, I don't want to do or say something that push her away from me. It's bad enough she's in this situation because of me. Maybe I should apologize. Typically it's the right thing to do

"I'm sorry, V." I tell her as I start to sit up and she just looks me. Her face and eyes were red and puffy. Her breath staggered from chocking on her tears. "This is my fault." I just want to hold her in my arms.

Technically this is my fault, my sperm successfully made it to her eggs and made itself at home. But, if we're playing the blame game then, it's the eggs fault for persevering to her- why the fuck am I blaming a fetus.

"This you're fault." Yes it is. "You did this to me." Yes I did. "You severed the tie between me and my moms relationship." I'm not so sure about that one. "Get out Xavier."

I love when she says my name, wait, "Get out?" I ask.

"Yes!" She yelled. "You said it yourself, it's your fault." I did not see that coming.

"Come on babe, just listen to me." I moved to where I sat in front of her. "Remember when you were scared to tell me about the baby, how happy you were but scared you'd lose me?" I ask her, and I see the tears forming again, and she only nods her head yes. "Remember, I said no matter what the news is good or bad, we'll through it together." She looked me in the eyes. "We'll get through it babe." I assure her.

"I'm sorry." She cried. "But I don't know." Huh? "What if she's right?"

"About?"

"Having the baby so early in life. It'll ruin everything."

"N-n-n-n-n-no, don't think like that V." I tell her. "I know you love your mom, and I know you love the way you were raised." I say. "Don't you want to give our baby that life?" She looked at her stomach. "You saved my life so we could raise the baby together, so we could be a perfect family. Don't you want that?"

"More than anything." She whispers.

"Your mom loves you, more than anything. Maybe the idea of having a baby ahead of her schedule will only allow her to be upset for a little while. But we can hope she comes around." I blankly reach for her and pull her on me like she's a child and hold her in my grasp, she doesn't resist either. "I love you V."

"I love you too Xavier." She leaned in my chest, held her tighter to be more secure in my arms. "We better be having a boy." She mumbled.

"A boy? I want a girl."

"I want a boy." She says looking up at me.

"Why?"

"I want to name him after my dad, and hope he has some of his characteristics." I press my lips into line, now seeing as to why she wants a boy. "Why do you want a girl?"

"Because, I want a little Veronica running around and about." I say. 

"Yea if we have a little girl her name will start with a V." She says.

"You girls like the V names."

"Yup." She said popping the 'p'. "My great grandmothers name was Victoria, my grandmas name is Vivienne, and my mother's name is Verna, mine is Veronica, and if we have a daughter it will be Venessa."

"Wow that's a lot of v's." I said holding out a long breath. "Victoria, Vivienne, Verna, Veronica, then maybe Vanessa." 

"Now that I think about it we might be having a girl." I look at her, raising an eyebrow. "From my great grandma to my mom, there's only been two boys. My grandmas brother, Walter, and my moms brother, Vincent." She said. "So if anything, I'm going to have a girl then a boy." She tells me.

"I'm fine with that." I smirk. "But you sure you want to name our son after your dad? Don't you think it's a but ironic."

"Yea, but it'll be cute."

"I guess. Xavier and Xander-"

"And Veronica and Vanessa."