Escaping Rogue

epilogue

I walked around the pack house, talking to everyone around me. It had been months since the attack, months since our pack grew even larger, months since I had grown even rounder.

I searched for Christian among the crowd of people. It was a warm day out, which grew fewer and fewer as it grew closer to October. There was food all around and people gathered in clusters of every shape and size. Patrols were lessened since the threat of an attack was slim to none. After all, we had absorbed both the Hanson and Rogue packs.

Finally, after many conversations and lots of people touching my bursting belly and congratulating me, I spotted my mate.

The familiar silver of his eyes caught mine right away, and my body felt at ease as it always did. I walked straight towards him.

Christian didn't notice me as I appeared at his side, snatching his hand away and into mine. He looked down at me, his lips curving upwards ever so slightly. The conversastion he was having suddenly ended, leaving just me, him, and Mario.

"How are you?" He asked me, turning on his heel and leading the three of us back to the pack. I laced my arm through his, following.

"Well, if baby Bade could come soon, that would be nice. But other than that, fine."

Mario and Christian both laughed, with Christian laying one hand on my stomach. "You heard her. Get out here already."

I smiled as he talked to my belly, to the baby that kicked at it's father's voice. It always did that when Christian talked, and it made the butterflies flutter right beside baby. This man really was my everything.

We continued on, but the kicks just kept coming. As we walked inside, they grew so intense that I physically wanted to double over. I know werewolf babies are strong and stuff, but holy moon goddess this is rough.

I stopped by one of the couches, pulling Christian with me and sitting down. Another fit of pain bursted again, and slowly as the kicks began to space together more quickly, I realized they weren't kicks at all.

My eyes widened as Christian and Mario both rushed to my side. My Alpha and Beta grabbed my arms, eyes wide with fear.

"Lena, what's wrong?"

"I need...Nancy! Where's Nancy?" Instantly Mario jumped up and ran out the room.

What I thought had been kicking were actually contractions, and ones that were growing closer and closer together by the minute. My breathing became more pained as another round caused me to clutch my stomach in pain. I could feel my jaw clench together, and Christian's grip tighten even more.

I could see pure fear in his eyes where happiness existed only a few seconds ago. "What's wrong? Is the baby okay?" His eyes skimmed my body, trying to find some source of pain.

"Chris!" I grabbed his hand as they ended, trying my best to catch my breath. "The baby...I think the baby is coming!"

His eyes widened. It was time he became a father. And I would be a mother.

Oh my god.

You'll do just fine. Evangeline admitted in my head. I swear, that's the nicest thing she's ever said to me.

Christian lifted me up, helping me quickly to the doctor's room just down the hall. I stumbled as another contraction seized my body. I groaned and put all my weight on my mate.

Nancy suddenly appeared alongside Mario, who both rushed to my side. Mario slammed open the door, Nancy grabbing my hand and helping me to the bed. I felt her fingers brush through my hair as she lifted the dress I wore up above my waist. My lower half was quickly undressed, and with a quick growl from Christian to Mario, he was at the other end of the room, away from any exposed parts.

She nodded, looking at everything. At that second, I really could care less. I thought I'd be more self conscious, but in reality, I just wanted the contractions to stop.

"Your water broke." She announced.

The docotor rushed in, dressed in normal garb and frantically searching around for everything. She quickly threw on a white coat and rushed to me, bending down into my bits before hooking me up to a monitor.

Another round of contractions hit, stronger than any of the past ones. My head flew back against the pillow as I yelled. Everything hurt, it was all in so much pain.

Christian appeared by my head, cradling it and pushing my hair back once again. I shut my eyes, wanting it to stop already. They were only faster and stronger with each wave, and at this point I don't know how much more I can take.

"It's okay baby." He whispered, brushing my hair gently.

My eyes flew open again just to see the doctor wave Nancy over. In one second, they were just standing there, and the next, I could feel their hands wrapping around something.

"Okay, Luna." The doctor's eeys were trained on something, and I could only squint at them through the pain. "I need you to push, very hard, on the count of three."

Nancy nodded, smiling at me. "One." I grit my teeth. Another contraction. "Two."

Chris kissed my forehead, and Mario stopped on my other side and I grabbed his hand. Christian's slipped into my other, and together I squeezed both so hard.

"Three!"

The worst pain I'd ever felt suddenly shot through my entire being, and as I pushed and squeezed and did everything in my power to get this baby out of me, I felt a sudden rush of air fly through me.

The pressure that I felt below suddenly disappeared, replaced with a nothingness that I couldn't describe. In fact, everything felt so weird. It was a way I hadn't felt in months. The feeling I felt before i was pregnant.

The sudden cries of a baby filled my ears, catching my attention so fast I barely let myself breath before trying to get a glimpse at it. At my baby.

Nancy took it once the doctor snipped the cord, wrapping in in a towel and cleaning it. She smiled, looking up at Chris and I.

His anxiety radiated my own. After waiting so long to know the gender, so long to just meet our child, and the moment was finally here. I was so excited and petrified at the same time.

She rocked it, cradling her grandchild in her arms before finally handing the baby to me.

"Lena, Chris, you have a son."

My chin fell against my chest as I looked down at him, watching the tiny being cry his heart out and flail around in the blanket. Christian reached out, stroking one finger along his tiny cheek.

"Everything is so tiny." I whispered, smiling at the little man. He already looked so much like Christian to me. The nose, the lips. I just wanted to see his eyes.

"He's so tiny." Christian whispered, turning back to me. He lay one long kiss on my forehead, holding our son in one hand and me in the other. I grinned at our boy, at the moment itself. After waiting so long for this, I finally had it. I had it all.

"Luca Bade." I finally whispered. It was the name Chris and I agreed on for a boy. He would be named after his uncle, the man who protected me all those months in that cellar not too long ago. Lucas would be thrilled.

"Luca." Christian whispered.

I looked up at my mate, before cradling my son even closer to me. They were all I needed. These two boys were just about my everything now. Now and forever.

"Luca."