Because You're Mine (COMPLETED)

Chapter 67: 3rd person/Scott

I'm just gonna say this now: if you have a problem with who I write with, or who I let write a certain part, get the fuck out.

I don't need nor want the negativity. If you don't like something, awesome. But you don't need to be a dick. If you have an issue with something DM me idc, but don't go attacking my friends because you don't like something I wanted done.

Y'all dont need to be so goddamn petty. Just read the fuckin story and leave my friends alone.

Thank you for your time. Now, onto the story.

Stay happy, stay healthy, stay safe.

~🌈Jordan❤~

Scott laid there, wide awake. He looked over at his mate that was laying right next to him. He chuckled. Even in his sleep, Mitch was holding his stomach. The bump was now super defined and it was hard for Mitch to go into town without people asking questions.

Scott turned so he was on his side, facing Mitch, and admired him. Mitch's face was so peaceful when he was sleeping. When he's awake, his face was older.

Scott gently placed a hand on Mitch's belly. Their little lean and turned into basically a little melon. About another month and a half and they would meet their pup.

So I accidently switched pov in the middle of these two paragraphs and I dont feel like rewriting it lol. Sorry.

Mitch wanted to keep the gender a secret, but I have a pretty good feeling its going to be a girl, which I don't mind. I've always wanted a daughter at one point in my life. I'd be just as happy if it were a boy, so I honestly don't care.

I move very carefully and lean to kiss my baby. Or well, as best I could, considering its still inside Mitch.

I hear a giggle and look up to see Mitch looking at me. "Enjoying yourself?" He smiles.

"Eh, only a little." I smile back and climb up to him to give him a kiss. "How'd you sleep?" I move his hair a little.

"Barely. My back hurts, I had to pee like 4 times an hour. I even cried at one point. And when I'm not up to use the bathroom, she keeps kicking me."

"She?" I raise an eyebrow.

He shrugs. "I don't know. I just have a feeling." He tells me. He grabs my hand and looks at it before he kisses it. "I love you. So much. God only knows what I'd be without you. And I don't want to find out." He kisses mt hand again and hugs me.

I chuckle. "I love you too baby." I kiss his head. "How's about we get you up and moving, yeah?" I tell him as I move over to his side to help him. He likes things done a specific way recently. He's way more picky about how into things, like helping him out of bed.

He'd never say it, but I can tell he feels horrible. He's tired, pale, doesn't eat very much. Not because he wont, but because he always ends up throwing most of it up. He can keep most of it down on a good day. But worst of all he just looks weak. He doesn't get much sleep and when he does he has nightmares about losing the baby.

"Wanna make a bet?" I say when an idea hits me.

"About?" He says as he stand up and walks to his dresser. My eyes follow him as I take in how good my wolf thinks he looks. I get behind him and wrap my arms around his torso, stopping at his belly.

"Hows about, if the baby is a girl, you give me head for an entire week."

"How would this be different than almost every other week?" He chuckles as I choke.