His Mate [COMPLETE]

Chapter 38 - Fast & Furious

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About a week later Dylan and I flew home, and it sucked having to leave that gorgeous place.

But I did miss my own bed, and I especially missed my bathroom now that I was throwing up every morning.

One particular morning I woke up at 7:00 with the urge to puke, and without hesitation Dylan was up, holding my hand and hurrying me to the bathroom. I hunched over the toilet as his strong hand softly rubbed my back, and I knew this was true love.

I felt better once I'd finished, but pregnancy wasn't treating me well so far. I prayed to the moon goddess that the morning sickness would be traded in for a big belly already.

After Dylan and I got back from vacation, we told Patty the news and she was, expectedly, thrilled. Everything was coming together.

One night I got out of the shower, about a month into my pregnancy. Dylan knocked on the door harshly and I jumped a bit before telling him to come in, covering myself up with my towel.

"Steam is literally coming from under the door, why did you shower with such hot water?" he asked concernedly.

"I don't know, it felt kinda cold in here when I first came in." I shrugged.

"I don't want you overheating, little mate. I'm more than happy to come in here and supervise your showers if needed..." he snaked his hand around my waist teasingly.

I kept my towel wrapped around me tightly as he pulled me in, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. His arms held me comfortably against him and my body instantly relaxed.

"What did we say about being overprotective?" I reminded him.

"How am I supposed to sit back and let you do whatever you want when you're growing our child in there?" he asked, rubbing my belly.

"I know being protective is in your nature, babe, but you don't need to become some psycho nervous wreck. In fact, it kinda stresses me out." I sighed and Dylan raised an eyebrow.

"I just want to have a relaxed, easygoing pregnancy. I think that would be best for everyone, don't you?" I asked him. My eyes dared him to disagree.

"Whatever you want, sweet mate." he nodded, and I was surprised I got him to see my side for once.

I did enjoy that he kept saying "whatever you want" to me. Over the past month he'd been very attentive, making sure I was comfortable wherever we went and always letting me know anything I wanted, he would get for me.

It was around the three month mark we started to really notice my bump. Dylan loved it, but I was only reminded of the stretch marks to come when I looked at it.

It would all be worth it though, and the morning sickness was getting a lot better second trimester.

I lost track of time, I got used to my daily routine. One September morning I woke up completely unaware of the date. But when I leaned over to check my phone I noticed it was the fourth: my birthday.

I didn't think Dylan knew it was my birthday; I couldn't remember if I'd told him or not. It didn't matter right now since he was still passed out snoring (he'd had a little too much wine the previous night.)

I got up from bed and stretched on my way to the bathroom. I had to pee constantly now.

When I looked in the mirror it was clear that the pregnancy glow wasn't a myth. My skin was smooth and bright, and despite waking up in the middle of the night to change sleeping positions every hour, my under-eyes weren't dark.

I took my hair out of the bun I slept in and after seeing the curls it had fallen into, decided to leave it be. Then I put on a little mascara and highlight and went over to the closet.

After sorting through a bunch of hangers, I found my favorite lacy white dress.

(guys you gotta imagine the bump lol)

I felt great now that I was all made up; I had to look great for as long as possible on my birthday.

I heard the covers ruffling and walked out of the closet to see Dylan, stretching his muscular arms over his head.

He checked me out absentmindedly when he saw me, then his eyes widened and he seemed a little worried.

"Do we have somewhere to be?" he scratched his head.

"No, I just felt like getting ready," I smiled, climbing back into bed.

"How's my gorgeous girl this morning?" he wrapped his arms around me and moved me to be the little spoon, his hand resting on my belly.

Maybe he did know it was my birthday, he was being extra sweet. Then again, he probably would have wished me a happy birthday, so I decided to tell him just in case.

"I'm good," I said, snuggling my head into my chest.

"Did you know it's my birthday?" I smiled to myself.

He paused rubbing my back and tilted my chin up to meet his eyes.

"It is, now?" he said, a grin starting to form.

"You don't look a day over 25." he smiled at me.

"Dylan, I am 25 today," I chuckled.

"Exactly, you retain all the youth and innocence a girl your age should have." he kissed my forehead.

He climbed out of bed and made his way to the closet.

"I'll take you to breakfast, where do you want to go sweetheart?" I heard him ask.

"I want iHOP..." I said sheepishly. I knew Dylan could afford to take me to some over the top place and feast on caviar, but I really just wanted some good pancakes.

"Then iHOP you will have," he smiled, coming out of the closet in sweats and a t-shirt that clung to his muscular torso.

He took my hand and led me down to the garage, impressively packed with luxury cars. Then he seemed to wait for me to choose one.

I walked to the red ferrari, I'd been dying to take this one since Dylan first showed me the garage.

"A little flashy, for iHOP?" he chuckled, grabbing the keys and hopping in the driver seat.

Dylan sped off our property, showing off how fast the car could accelerate.

"How's our little wolf?" he asked me, slowing back down to the speed limit when we got onto a busy road. He placed his hand on my belly and rubbed lovingly.

"Seems to be doing good," I smiled.

"I really can't wait for the ultrasound so we can start calling it a him or her instead of 'it'," I chuckled.

Dylan smiled back at me, and when I looked to the road I realized he didn't see the giant truck running the red light in front of us.

I remember opening my mouth to yell, but before I could warn him, everything went black.