Leah Cooper, 19, was born and raised by a family of hunters. She was taught to stalk her prey first, then go for the kill. Her life changes when her true love of five years, starts acting weird, naturally, she becomes suspicious. Is he hiding someth...
I dig through my closet and finally found a cute shirt to wear.... and that one doesn't fit either! I toss that into the 'I can't wear these again until I lose the forty pounds I've gained in the last two months!' pile. Stupid pregnancy cravings. Pickles, ice cream, live deer, and French fries is all I've craved for the past two weeks! The twins are now the size of coconuts, which baffles me at how quickly they've grown!
"Ugh, I'm starting to hate pregnancy!" I mumble in aggravation. Jack walks in shirtless, his belt undone but strung through his belt loops, and hair sopping wet. Let me tell you, he looks hot as hell without a shirt and his belt swinging on his hips.
"But it looks so good on you." He replies, eyeing me in my bra and sweatpants. I throw a crop top on, which slightly covers my stomach. It'll have to do for now. He walks behind me and wraps his arms around me.
"I can't wear anything, I can't even wear your shirts anymore!" I pout. This crop top barely fits me!
"Aw, baby... you should go buy maternity clothes, you could go pick out some stuff for the nursery; the decor, the color, the furniture, the whole nine yards. Whatever you want, the pack and I will do it for you." Jack compromises. "Here's my wallet if you need some money." Jack reaches into his back pocket and hands me his wallet.
"You have a picture of me in your wallet." I whisper, tears form in my eyes. I remember it like it was yesterday, it was our first date. While we were looking up at the stars on the roof, Jack took a picture of me with my messy bun and braces.
"It's my favorite picture of you, it's a little outdated though." He replies. "We should take another one while you are still pregnant." Jack pulls his phone out of his pocket and hands me his phone. I point the camera at the mirror. He places his hand on my stomach. I pull my shirt up, revealing my huge bump.
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I walk downstairs and carefully slump down on the chaise. Leanne takes up the rest of the sectional with her exceptionally long legs. Mel and Leanne start batting ideas of what to do.
"Well I really want to get a tattoo, I'm just not sure of what yet." Mel mumbles. I get up from Mel's brainstorm session and grab my favorite insulated cup.
"We should do a photo shoot and then we could decorate the nursery," Mel begins counting on her fingers everything she could think of that we could do. Leanne rolls her eyes, slumping down on the couch. Mel spins around in the recliner for a moment before naming more things for us to do.
"Mel." Leanne whines. I smile at Mel's inane sense to know when to stop rambling. I continue pouring water in my bottle, filling it an inch away from the rim.
"and go shopping for the nursery..." Mel's smile is so bright, she's honestly excited for the babies to be here. Don't get me wrong, I am too, it's just that it happened so quickly and I feel like I really didn't have the full pregnancy experience. With humans, they have to wait nine months to craft the perfect human being, but with werewolves, it takes three months. I don't think that I really have had the full experience in just two months. "and get our nails done and..." Mel rambles, she stops after a moment, realizing that she was rambling.
