We Lost It

Chapter 28

"Oh stop your groaning." Grandmother muttered, "You're not the one who lost his penis."

"Yeah, but I've been poisoned." He retorted as he flicked grandmother off.

I shook my head as my mate proceeded to vomit into the pale besides the couch for at least the seventh time in the past half hour. Estara sat with Emil's head in her lap, and Zana was perched on the back of the couch behind her twin. Grandmother stood with her arms crossed in the entrance of the living room. Father was rubbing his upper arm and sat looking irritated in his lounge chair.

"Well that was fun!" Lola sauntered in, a nasty scratch down her face.

"What happened to you?" Zana questioned, "You look worse than the inside of my asshole."

"Oh please darling." Grandmother started.

"Please don't start." Robin mumbled. 

"Your grandfather was poisoned once." Grandmother sat on top of Robin's stomach.

"Let me guess." Robin groaned, "You pissed on him."

"No of course not dear," she cooed, "I shoved my dick so far down his throat that he puked the poison back up."

"That's wonderful mother," father shook his head, "that still doesn't explain the attack."

"It's actually quite obvious you little shit of a son."

"What?"

"We're combining two of the most influential packs there are. One known for size one known for strength. They want to break it apart." Grandmother waved her hand dismissively.

"She's got a point." Robin shoved grandmother off his stomach to the ground.

"Did you just push me?"

My family couldn't have one damn peaceful day could they? No, they had to go trying to kill each other every ten minutes. I laid on top of Robin, being careful not to put too much pressure on his stomach before growling at grandmother.

"He has a boo-boo stomach. Leave him alone." I said.

"Boo-boo stomach?" Robin placed his hand on my back.

"Shut up." I rolled my eyes.

"You're lucky boy." Grandmother made the 'I'm watching you' motion with her hands as she backed out of the room on her hands and knees, "I'm coming for your ass."

"Leave him be!"

***

About three weeks later and Robin was finally feeling better again, well better enough to stop grandmother from tearing Emil's ear off for impregnating my sister. Let me tell you, that was a scene.

"Hey grandma guess what!" Estara skipped into the room and plopped down on mother's lap.

"Excuse me?" Mother set her knitting needles on the arm of her chair. 

"You're excused," she kissed mother's cheek before kicking grandmother in the leg, "GRANDMA!!"

"YES??" Grandmother responded just as loud.

"GUESS WHAT?"

"WHAT?"

"I'M GONNA HAVE A BABY!"

"EX-FUCKING-SCUSE ME?" Grandmother leaped from her seat and spun to face Emil who had just entered the room from the kitchen.

"What did I do?" He questioned, holding his hands up defensively.

"Are you serious?" I asked my sister.

"Yup!"

"Fantastic." Mother hugged Estara and watched Grandmother throw herself over the couch at the man.

I rolled my eyes as Robin came downstairs due to the commotion, only to see grandmother sitting on Emil's back, lifting his head up backwards by his ears. Zana cackled as she walked into the back yard, her towel draped around her neck.

"A little help man?" Emil grunted.

"Off." Robin grabbed grandmother by the back of the shirt and gently pried her hands from his best friend's ears, "I'll give you a shiny new porn disc."

"Now those are some pretty words boy." Grandmother bopped off happily.

"She's crazy."

"Emil!" I called.

"Yes?"

"Run you son of a bitch!"

He then noticed mother standing from her seat, her pocket knife flipping open.