A Brutal Mate [COMPLETED]

Additional Chapter #1: Meeting Baby Rory

Additional Chapter #1: Meeting Baby Rory

                  “You need to stop doing that.” Tate rolled his eyes at me and reached for me as I was standing on a chair, reaching for the pasta at the top of the cupboard.

                  “You need to stop doing that.” I mimicked him in a whiney voice. I knew this routine, he would tell me to stop doing something, I would mimic him, he would tell me to be careful that I’m carrying a baby, the heir to the Alpha title, I would tell him I’m just doing my job as a Luna to make meals for my pack and it is my duty to nourish them, and he would tell me that I’m more important than that, and I’d be like, we’re all important, yadda, yadda, yadda.

                  “You’re pregnant, I don’t want you to hurt yourself. You know I care about you, Pay.” He sighed as he pulled me into his arms after I stopped down from the chair with 10 boxes of pasta in my hands.

                  “I’m fine! I’m fine!” I said as I kissed his cheek and went for the stove. I set the boxes on the counter and went to the sink where I needed to fill up the pot for the pasta. As I was filling it up, Tate went into Alpha mode at the table with some pack members that were playing Monopoly. He was determined to win a game, as he’s never won.

                  I waited for the water to reach the top and I lifted up the pot and brought it to the stove, where I questioned myself a little. There was a pot full of water, yet there was a puddle under my feet. What the hell? And then it started to click.

                  “TATE!” I screamed and closed my legs together, looking down to see that my yoga pants were drenched in amniotic sac fluid. Not even one second later, Tate comes towards me lifting me into his arms, and making sure I was okay. I looked around to see that there were pack members standing in the kitchen along with Dylan rushing in.

                  “Pay?! What’s wrong? What happened? Come on, baby. Tell me what happened!” Tate started to panic as he was scanning my body.

                  “Uh…” Dylan stared at me, and then at Tate, and then at the ground, and then at me again. “Payton?”

                  “Guys, my water just--.” I told them. I couldn’t even finish my sentence as I was already being carried towards the car, being placed into the front seat carefully, and being sped off into the direction of the hospital. “Broke.”

                  I looked over at Tate who was focused on the road but he was mouthing words. “Baby? Who are you talking to?”

                  He turned to look at me as he looked like a deer in headlights. “Hee, hee, whooo. Hee, hee, whooo.” Oh my god, my husband was making those pregnancy giving birth sounds.

                  “Breathe, Payton. Breathe with me. Hee, hee, whoo.” He chanted.

                  “Why are you breathing?!” I shrieked. “ARE YOU GOING TO PASS OUT ON ME LIKE AT THE TIME WE WENT TO THE AMUSEMENT PARK?!”

                  “I’m breathing for you!”

                  “You can’t breathe for me when you don’t have my lungs!”

                  “Baby, you’re going to get contractions soon, I know you are and then you’re going to grab me by the throat and squeeze my windpipe.”

                  “I’M NOT EVEN HAVING CONTRAC- OHHHHHHHHHH.” I groaned as I grabbed my stomach, hunching over in pain. 

                  “OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD. SEE, I TOLD YOU SO. WE’RE ALMOST THERE PAYTON, I ALREADY CONTACTED MY MOM, OH MY GOD. PLEASE DON’T DIE. PLEASE DON’T DIE!!!!” Tate screamed and placed his hand on my back, as if he was trying to sooth me!