The Alpha Sunshine

A swift kick in the...tummy?

Lucille winced. She hated sleeping on her back. Lulu rolled out of bed, sitting up. She shouldn't have slept so late, anyways.

She pulled out a tight sweater that had a reindeer across it. It was seasonal, and even though it was only December first, she liked it. It showed her belly off, but Thad loved that. She didn't like hiding her baby in baggy clothes. She had to wear yoga pants with the sweater, because she couldn't stand the feeling of jeans. And, to top off her outfit, she wore a pair of fuzzy socks with puppies all over them.

Lulu made her way to the door, and had to stand by the stairs. This was now a routine. She couldn't get down the stairs without someone, she was so big. Balthazar took her arm gently, stepping at her pace. Once her feet hit the floor, she was waddling towards the kitchen. She leaned against the door frame, smiling. Thaddeus sat at the bar, holding a little girl on his lap.

She played with his glasses while he read the newspaper. Once Thad caught sight of Lulu, he picked the girl up and stood. The girl squirmed, and took off skipping. He held his arms out for Lulu, who walked into them. He helped her onto a seat at the counter, and kissed her cheek. He got out all the supplies to make her latest pregnancy craving-peanut butter and banana sandwich with pickles inside.

He also got down a glass and poured her some apple juice. He set the plate in front of her, and took his place by her side. He wrapped an arm around her tummy, placing a big hand on the side of her stomach. Lulu was almost done with her sandwich when they both jumped. She felt a sharp hack to her side, and judging by his surprise, he felt it too. Thad turned her towards him, placing both hands on her stomach. The baby kicked again, only this time, right at his hands. Lucille and Thad shared a look of joy.

The last time they saw Dr. Schmidt was less than two weeks ago. He had told them that they might not feel a kick till the late third trimester. Lucille was in her second trimester, and was at twenty five weeks. Her second would be over in two weeks-but this was still early. She felt her eyes tear up. He leaned down, kissing her tummy.

Thaddeus loved her pregnancy. He loved her tummy, and her growing breasts. He loved her cravings, and her hormones. But most of all, he loved their child. When he felt the initial shift, he was astounded. The baby was kicking. He moved, so both hands could press onto her stomach. The baby pushed against his hands, kicking lightly. Thaddeus noticed Lulu's tears, and stroked her face. Their child was at twenty five weeks today. According to the baby book he was reading, they were onto crucial steps. The baby slid past the half way mark of twenty weeks. At twenty three weeks, their baby had an identity. Its fingerprints were developed. At twenty four weeks, their child had hair. And now, as Thad cooed to her tummy, the baby was responding to his voice.

He stroked the bump, murmuring softly. "Hi, baby. It's daddy. Try not to kick mommy too hard, okay? We need mommy healthy and happy for your homecoming. Daddy loves you, baby. You and mommy."

The harsh movements had stopped. As soon as Thad's rough voice spoke to their child, he had stopped. She was relieved-the jilting kicks hurt! She knew their baby was tiny-eight inches long, and a pound and a half. So tiny, and such attitude. They sat in the same position for a few more minutes, Thad talking to their baby quietly.

Today would be a long day, she was sure. Cata, Ari, Kate and Juliann were throwing her a baby shower! The doorbell rang, startling her and Thad out of their haze. The girls showed up right on time, and started to decorate the living room. Lucille didn't really want a shower-she wasn't some ice cream and pickles. It only took the four girls thirty minutes, and they hadn't rushed. Thad helped Lucille into the living room, and sat her in his ottoman. She wriggled till she was comfortable, finding a good spot.

Thad kissed her forehead, and then her lips. She groaned. They were very sexual creatures. They had sex often-three or four times a day. And still, it wasn't enough for her. She was always so tired, though. They also couldn't do it like they used to. No closet trysts for them. They did it in the bed, or the shower. Thad was always very gentle with her. He grinned, shaking his head. He knew what she was thinking-and he was telling her he didn't think so. He whispered in her ear.

"Uh huh. Behave, Lu. We'll have adult time later, okay?"

She pouted at him, which only made him groan. He hated when she pouted. It made his desire spike. He loved pregnancy sex. She was so responsive, and stimulated. Even more than usual. He had to be careful, though. Werewolves were very strong creatures, and he could easily hurt their baby. He kissed her tummy one more time, before letting her know he'd be in his office. She nodded her understanding, and continued to pout.

"You can't stay with me?" Lulu's bottom lip quivered. Oh no, he thought.

"No, baby. I can't stay-the girls are kicking me out. This is about you and your friends. After the shower you can show me what we got, okay?"

Lucille couldn't help it. She had him right where she wanted him. "After this shower, can we take one of our own?"

Thaddeus choked on air. He looked down at her, reprimanding her with his eyes. He chuckled. She could be so juvenile. He'd play along.

"Of course, babe. Sexy time comes later."

Her eyes widened, and there were multiple coughs in the room. Her friends stared with their mouths open. He grinned. He had gotten what he wanted-to embarrass her a little. He was stopped by a tiny hand.

Smack!

She had spanked him! That naughty little minx. He didn't feel the initial spank-only the caress of her grabbing his ass. He shook his head. She was such a little trouble maker.

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When Thaddeus came back downstairs, it looked like a bomb had gone off. Lucille sat cross legged in the chair, yawning. There was a huge pile of presents by her side. She still had a mountain to open. Her friends didn't seem to notice her exhaustion, and kept passing her gifts.

He stepped in. "Ladies. We have enjoyed having you, but it appears your guest of honor is drooling."

And she was. She was slumped over, drooling a little, sleeping. He bid all the women a good night, and picked his mate up gently. Poor baby, he thought. She had worn herself out.

He carried her up to bed, and tucked her in. He shucked off his clothes, climbing into bed with her. She liked it when he slept naked-she often got a little grabby. He pushed her hair away from her face, and gave her and her belly one final kiss before slipping off into slumber.