Author's Note: Thank you so much for hanging in there with me lately. Here's a surprise update as a big think you. :)
Ophelia was shaking like a leaf in an October breeze as she waddled across their bedroom toward the bed, then stared down at her mate. He wiped the sleep from his eyes, glanced at the clock, then yawned. "Why are you glaring at me at 2AM and where were you coming from?" Observing that his Luna was still dressed in her leggings and one of his t-shirts, he frowned. "Why aren't you in bed, Phee?"
She was nervously rolling the bottom hem of the shirt between her fingers, then dropping it, then repeating the action as she shifted from one foot to the other. "I was watching a movie in the great room so that I wouldn't wake you," she whispered timidly. "But then something happened."
He sat bolt upright at this and growled, his eyes quickly searching the perimeter as his body became fully alert. "What happened?" he demanded, swinging his legs out of their bed. He sat up, stretched his long arms above his head and then locked eyes with his little mate. "What's wrong?"
Ophelia gestured toward her white yoga pants, which were absolutely soaked right through. "I peed myself," she stated simply without further explanation.
At this, the Alpha immediately realized what was happening and burst into a fit of hysterically loud laughter. He barked as he clutched his little mate in his strong arms, rocking her against his chest. "I'm sorry to laugh. Your water broke, my little she. Our pup is on the way!" He lifted her up and placed her into the middle of their massive mattress, then began to tug the pants from her body. "Let me get these off you and then I will call the doctor, okay?"
She nodded, allowing him to remove her cold, wet pants and then doing her very best to curl into a ball. "I don't feel any different," she admitted curiously, wrinkling her nose. "Should I feel different?"
The Alpha shrugged. "I'm really not sure, little one. Let me get Rick and we shall ask, okay?"
Within minutes, despite the late hour, the doctor was at their door and yawning. "Hello Alpha, hello Luna," he greeted them in a voice that was way too chipper for 2AM. "How are we doing here?"
Ophelia didn't move from her location in the center of the bed, but she wrinkled her nose and glanced up at Rick curiously. "I'm not wearing pants," she blushed and tried to tug the large black t-shirt down to cover herself.
"I see that," he observed with a gentle chuckle. "That's okay, though. That actually makes things easier."
The Alpha sat beside his young Luna, running a protective hand through her long raven locks as they fanned out around her on their bed. Gently caressing her, he watched her beautiful face for any signs of distress. "He's going to check you, baby, and then he will explain what you should expect as the labor progresses," he explained softly.
She was silent as Rick set about carefully repositioning her body, then slipping a gloved finger inside her folds. At this, she squeaked, her eyes going wide with horror as she turned toward her mate. "He put his hand inside me!"
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