Having The Alphas' Baby

20: New Home

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Veronica POV:

The house is beautiful. I love it so much. There's bedrooms, a nice dining room and living room, so I know Xavier have nothing to do with the decor.

His- our house was both classy and home like for sure. It's a place that you could have a classy party, then a wild get together. Then the kitchen was without a fault, so beautiful and looked expensive. The house you can tell was old and has been remodeled, but I wouldn't have known that if Xavier didn't tell me.

Nothing was wrong with the house, it was absolutely perfect, and Xavier just kept repeating it was ours then every time I'd say his house, he'd say ours. Not that I don't like the sound of it though.

"I want this to be the nursing room." He tells me, pointed into the smaller of the three rooms.

"No." I say quickly.

"Why not?"

"Because I don't like the idea of the baby being in another room, if anything were to happen I'd want to get to the bad as soon as I can and if the crib is at the side of the bed away from the window then I'll be able to sleep at night." I know I held a valid point by the way he nodded his head in agreement.

"Then let's go discuss where the crib will go, along with the dresser thing where people change the babies."

I rolled my eyes at his ignorance as I lead us to our room. I love that sentence.

He had his room decorated in different colors of gray, I knew it was his favorite color I was caught off guard when I first saw it. Just gray, and silver with occasional black everywhere. The ceiling was white, but the walls were gray and his carpet was a dark gray almost black. I didn't expect it because his room at the wolf house was just like maroon purple and black.

I walked over to a tall lamp and looked at it. "We could move the lamp and put the changing table here." I say tapping my chin.

"Hey its all up to you mother goose." I turn around and him laying on the bed.

Now knowing which side he sleeps I look for when the crib could go. "I don't want it on the side." I announce. "I want it at the foot of the bed. Still fast to get to, and easy for both of us to keep our eyes on. And he doesn't sleep in his own room until he's two."

"Hold on. One, he? And two, two?" He asked, and he had the same look on his face when I told I didn't want to have until after the baby was born.

"I feel like we are going to have a boy, and yes two. I didn't get my own room until I was two, because my mom and dad believed that when it comes to terrible twos infants often have harder time becoming trouble when their surrounded by their parents all the time."

"Babe, I get it in the movies when the kid walks all rubbing his or hers eyes talking about a nightmare, and then the parents let them sleep with them because it's their kid and it makes them feel safe." He explained. "But I don't like the tho-"

"You should love the thought of this. With your life the last thing I want is for someone to take our child from right underneath our nose. I will not wait until something bad happens to make a change, and I'm not going to regret it and that's that." I snap.

I can see in his eyes that he's frustrated with me, but he doesn't say anything he just gets up. "I'm going to go take a walk. Continue planning everything, and I'll listen about it later." He sounded irritated as he left.

I wish he thought like me so that this could be so much easier than it it's proved me be. I mean if you're important enough for someone to want and kill you, I feel like I'm in the right. As far as I'm concerned me and this baby is his biggest weakness and that makes us a target. I'm. It's going to feel foolish or incompetent.

He'll come to his senses when he realizes I'm right. But I also feel like he still feeding off the frustration of the idea of not having sex for seventh months. I know I brought up a valid point, and as my boyfriend he should respect that.

When is he going to propose? Can he marry a human? Will he move on when I die from old age? Do I even want my baby to be raised around this? I do like the my name as Veronica Faith Kadenson. It's not much different from Anderson, except his ancestors name was Kaden, then he had a son the son went by Kaden's son eventually Kadenson, same with Anderson.

Maybe if Xavier understood my point of view then he'd understand, I mean I get stabbed I fucking die. He gets stabbed he heals two hours later. I don't want to die. I don't want to walk a path where I can die because I'm blinded by love.

I don't feel good, and I don't know where the bathroom is. My stomach makes the weird sound, and my eyes immediately find the garbage next to his bed. I hurl into the garbage feeling like everything in me was coming out, hardly any breaths are getting through.

This isn't the pregnancy sickness, somethings wrong. I feel it. I stop throwing up, and as I look on the trash I see a mixture of throw up and blood in the trash and as I touch my mouth there's nothing but blood on my hand.

"Xavier!" I scream, and I just crying from fear. "Xavier!" I scream again and in seconds he's already here and holding me.

He kept murmuring oh shit, and quickly jerked his arm back from off my stomach and slowly lifted my shirt.

"What the fuck?" He whispered, and as he loses my shirt for me to see you could see the baby moving, a lot.

Xavier yelled for Jace to start the car as fast as he can so he we could go to the pack house. Everything started looking a little cloudy as Xavier carried me down the stairs more scared than I was, which made me even more scared.

I was in the gurney in no time and a room with light blue walls, a doctor looking lady.

"Are we at the hospital?" I ask quietly and softly.

"No, we're in the Nurse Room, which resembles a medical room." He explained calmly.

But I barely pay him any mind as I try watch what the strange woman was doing. I don't know her, she could kill me. She ended up cutting my shirt and I started feel frightened of the movement under my skin.

She made Xavier bring over a machine as she rubbed some gel over my stomach. Out of nowhere I felt like throwing up again, and all I see is blood spitting from my mouth, and immediate pain.

She but shot in my neck, and I was calm, I couldn't feel anything at all. But Xavier was worrying me, but his looks and his reactions, am I dying?

"It's the baby." She points to the monitor, and I can hardly see at the moment but all I see is something moving. "Because she's human with a alpha pup, her womb is too small, and it's suffocating. And if you don't turn her soon, then the he will continue to try and claw its way out... killing her."

"It's a boy?" I ask hoarsely.

"It's a boy." She insured.

In seconds Xavier was so close to me, face to face. He kissed my forehead. "I'm sorry baby, but I hope you forgive me in the near future."

"Huh?" His eyes turned a electric green, and he turned my head and I feel his teeth puncture my skin. I wince in pain, but ended in a moan as all the light faded from the room.