"Oh thank gods." My mother holds both tests in her hands as she leans against the counter, clearly happy and sighing in content at the fact that I'm not pregnant, while I sit on the toilet crying still. 
                              Not crying because I'm disappointed or sad, but because I'm not pregnant.
                              I'm fine. And that crazy lady, was wrong. I start to laugh uncontrollably as I cry, finding that I was freaking out so much a little bit funny.
                              It's not funny. 
                              It's really serious. It is. 
                              But then again, now I'm I know I'm fine, I am finding it a tad bit funny. 
                              My mom looks at me as I wipe my tears and laugh, standing up and hugging her tightly because I still need one. Taking the tests form her hands and tossing them into the garbage, I smile and kiss her cheek. 
                              "I have to go, I have food in the car. I'm sorry for coming here like this, in a complete and total mess. I was just super freaked out mom."
                              "If you ever need anything, especially like this, you always come here honey bear. It's not a problem, I love seeing you, even if it means you are having a scare." Rubbing my arms with a smile, my mom walks me out of the bathroom and to the front door while still talking to me. 
                              "Thanks mom. I know, I don't really come around a whole lot. I should really still be living here."
                              "You had to grown up way a head of your time Maze, I don't blame your or being busy. You have a full time job...responsibility, and you have a life. I don't expect you to be here everyday just because you are eighteen. I wish I could have done something to give you a bit more of childhood or at least make you feel like a teenager."
                              "Don't feel bad about it mom, if you and dad hadn't gone through he things that made me grow up, who the hell knows where I would be right now." Giving me a small smile, my mom nods and walks me to Xander's truck slowly, holding my hands as we get down the driveway.
                              "You get home now, I am sure someone is waiting for you to get back at the pack house. I love you Maze."
                              "Love you too mom."
                              "And honey, be careful." She raises an eyebrow at me and smiles, making me laugh and and nod. 
                              "I will. trust me...I will." Smiling as she waves me off and out of the drive way, I do a small happy dance in the truck. After that whole fiasco, I don't know what to think. That lady was wrong, I am fine, and now I shouldn't really have to worry.
                              HA! 
                              Hurrying back to the pack house, I don't really know what to do now. After throwing out the negative tests, talking to my mother, and calming myself down after panicking about being pregnant...I'm just glad I'm fine.
                              I have no problem with kids or being pregnant eventually, but I'm still eighteen, barely legal. 
                              I don't need to be having kids right now, no matter who says I need them. 
                              Pulling up to the pack house and parking Xander's truck, I grab the food out of the seat next to me and start to head for the house until Xander, Henry and some lady head out of the front doors. 
                              Talking on the porch, two of them have small smiles on their face while Xander is very straight faced while talking. Slowly making my way over, Xander sees me first and give me a small smile and then shakes his head at the bags in my hands, seeing ice cream in them.
                              I just shrug as I get to him, where he wraps his arm around my waist and kisses my head. As he introduces the lady to me, She smiles and waves at me, seeing I can't really shake hands at the moment. 
                                      
                                  
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Werewolf"God baby girl." He looks at me with complete lust in his eyes as they shift colors back and forth. "What are you doing to me?" ************************************* Mazealine is a 17 year old, senior in high school, and usually shy girl. Except th...
