Unscented-Chapter 59
Two Years later
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I stood in front of the bathroom sink with Ellen sitting on the tub, her eyes watching me. After everything, I actually became close with Ellen. It was nice to have a friend that was a girl, not that I didn’t love James or Philip, but a girl was nice, especially like right now. I got married to Wesley a year ago, and had actually stopped flinching at every sudden movement. I was still scared of slamming doors, and refused to go to the basement. I’d been trying to get pregnant, not that I told Wesley that. I just told him I was waiting till I got a job, I had finished college early with my Bachelors. In reality, I was having a hard time getting pregnant. As a wolf, I was supposed to get pregnant early and bare pups, but the witch side of me wanted it to be stopped. I felt worthless when I would take a pregnancy test, and it would come up negative. Again. I breathed out a sigh as I eyed the timer, we had one and a half minutes left before I could check. I felt different this time, and I really hope I was right. My hands already clutched my stomach in a protective manor, one holding it up and one laying over it. My father and I had actually began talking around the time I got married. He didn’t walk me down the aisle though, I had Andrew do that for me. He cried when I asked him, and took the spot with James next to Wesley. I remember that day better than almost anything, and to be perfectly honest, Wesley cried more than I did. I didn’t let him know that though. The time buzzed, shocking me out of my thoughts as I stared at Ellen with wide eyes. She looked back at me and smiled, moving her hands as if to push me to look at the little pee stick that could change my life. And it did. It truly did.
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I paced in front of Wesleys office, my lip between my teeth. How do you tell someone your pregnant? Just come out and say it? Or should I give him the test and just walk out?
"What’re you doing?" I jump at his voice and the test shot up into the air, clanging on the ground in front of me. Wesley stares at it with the hugest eyes imaginable, before looking back up to my face. I was scared, terrified, because I knew how badly he wanted kids. I was just worried, what if I turn out like my mom? Or Wesley ends up like my dad and leaves?
"Emilia, is this what I think it is?" I smiled sheepishly at him, before kissing him gently. "Do you want one?" He grinned before picking me up in his arms and spun me around like he did so many years ago. He set me back on the ground and kissed me deep, a kiss I seemed to receive from him everyday and every time he had the chance. We broke apart as he rested his forehead on my own and his hands wrapped around my small bump, his white teeth spread out in a huge grin. "Wesley, I’m scared. What if we end up like my parents? What if you leave me-"
"Emilia stop. I will never leave you, and you would rather die than hit a child. Hell, you don’t even drink!" I kissed him again as he brought me down the hallway, nodding slightly once we started down the steps. "Do you want to tell Andrew he’s going to become an uncle or I?" "I’M GOING TO BECOME WHAT!"
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*Eight and a half months later*
I woke up in the dead of night with Wesleys arm wrapped loosely around me, and a sharp pain in my lower stomach and liquid running between my thighs. I grit my teeth as I began growling, muttering under my breath. "Wesley get up." I growled, pushing his arm off of me. "Five more minutes babe." I growled even louder, mindlinking both Ellen and Andrew to wake up before sending for the pack doctor. "Wesley! There is a child wanting to leave my uterus so I subject you get the fuck up!"
That got him up. He shot up from the bed with wide eyes, before rushing around the room like a chicken with his head cut off. I rolled my eyes as I made my way out the door by myself, pausing at the end of the hallway when a shriek left our bedroom and Wesley came running out, searching for me.
"Idiot." I muttered.
"Come on Wesley! Baby, birth, AH!" Another contraction hit my body, making me bend over at my waist.
Wesley picked me up while I growled and cursed him with every name under the book. He finally got me to the hospital wing we had installed years ago, setting me on a gurney while the doctor rushed me out of the room.
"Alpha you need to stay in the waiting room." She rushed out as Andrew held him back. James quickly entered the room and leaped on Wesley, helping Andrew restrain him the best he could.
"No! My mate is giving birth to my hold you fucktard!"
"Alpha your wolf will think I’m harming her, I’m sorry." With that he shut the swinging doors, blocking my strangled screams from Wesleys ears.
Let me just tell you, giving birth is not fun. Too much blood, goop, and shit I’m not going to gross you out with. It also hurt like hell, my screams pretty much reaching out to Wesleys wolves, because I could practically hear him tearing apart the waiting room. But it was worth it.
As soon as my doctor placed my baby in my arms, god I was in love. I never thought I’d be able to love another man until I met the blue green eyes of the baby in my arms, his hair and eyes a perfect mixture of Wesley and I.
The door opened to a very stressed Wesley, who suddenly relaxed as soon as he saw the bundle in my arms. Tears came to his eyes as he sat at the edge of my bed, his finger swiping over our child’s cheek. The baby wrapped his hand around Wesleys index finger instinctively, sending both Wesley and my heart soaring.
"He’s beautiful, what would you decide to name him?" I looked down to him, placing a kiss on the top of his head.
"Ryder Gabriel."
- End of Book 1 -
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Book 2 Blurb:
Rumors had it that Melissa Eugen, the fiancée of Murray Gibson, was an ugly and illiterate girl who grew up in the village. However, everyone was slack-jawed when Melissa showed up at a banquet. "Seriously? She is nowhere near ugly!" "It is said that she is the boss of Jaylin Segar, the great actor!" "Her father is the richest man in the world!" "She is Loe, the mysterious fashion designer!" The exposure of Melissa’s multiple identities dumbfounded the crowd. Even so, they believed that she couldn’t earn Murray’s love. Nevertheless, on that day, the official account of the Gibson Group tweeted, "We are deeply in love and about to get married." Everybody was shocked.
