Author's Note: I feel like I have to apologize again for the spacing issues. I'm so sorry! :*(
Ophelia was lying against the massive headboard of their bed, a half-eaten bag of Doritos resting on her small pup bump. She chomped loudly as he entered the room, head down, and then tentatively sat beside her on the mattress and sighed. "Phee, can we please talk?"
"Talk," she waved a hand dismissively and continued to stare at the large TV that was showing Spongebob Squarepants reruns on mute.
He reached for the remote control that was resting beside her and raised an eyebrow. "Can I turn it off or are you going to flip out?"
"Are you going to flip out?" she quipped right back at him. "You love to yell!"
He shut the TV off and frowned. "Ophelia, I'm sorry for the way I yelled at you at the clinic, but I'm very frustrated with," he allowed his voice to trail off as he searched for the correct word and opted for, simply, "things." When his young mate said nothing, he continued. "You seem to be very unhappy with the pregnancy and our pup."
"I don't want it," she admitted, nodding her head. Shoving the bag of chips off her stomach, she gestured at the small convexity of her abdomen. "Look at how fat I am! I've gained fifteen pounds and it's all centered right here." She jabbed a finger into her middle. "I have to wear massive t-shirts to cover this so that I don't look like a whale."
The Alpha's expression fell. "Phee, that's what being pregnant is — you gain weight. That's our pup growing inside of you and developing so that he will be born healthy. He's a sign of our mating and our love. When you reject him so callously, I feel like you're rejecting me." Ophelia continued to glare at him, but she said nothing. So, he continued. "Are you truly that unhappy with me, Phee? Do you really want to kill our pup?"
"I don't care about the pup either way," she admitted and rolled her eyes. "I just don't want to be fat and in pain. I'm tired all the time, my body aches — my ankles and feet are so swollen and sore. My gums are even bleeding." Her voice began to shake at her confessions and she crossed her arms over her chest. "Certain things that I always loved, I can't eat anymore or I throw up." Her voice wavered as she sniffled, "I'm scared and in pain, Alpha. I don't think I can do this."
"We can do it together," he urged her, climbing closer on the bed and wrapping her in his warm embrace. "Please, Phee, give me a chance to be a more understanding mate, okay? Please don't take out my failures on our pup."
Ophelia didn't commit to a response, she simply deflected his question. "Crimson says that I can end this pregnancy and then we could have a pup at a later date."
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