Two months later
When I clutched the porcelain bowl, it caused the contents of my stomach to come gushing out all over the porcelain bowl. Before I flushed the toilet, I had to let out a couple of dry heaves since I had a foul taste in my mouth. I stayed there for a time, leaning my head on the edge, allowing the icy air to seep into my dry skin until it became damp.
I had imagined that this would be a one-time occurrence rather than something that would happen on a daily basis. When this first began happening to me, five days ago, I thought that it was because of something I had consumed the previous evening for dinner. After it happened to me a second time, I began to wonder if maybe I had been infected with some type of food-borne illness; by the third day, I was certain that I was sick. But even if I had been sick, which is very unlikely for a member of our species, I would have had other symptoms, or at the absolute least, I would have vomited more than once each day.
The act of threading Jason's hands through my hair resulted in my hair being pushed back away from my face. It was obvious that he was worried about this, and I got the impression that he didn't quite understand what the issue was. This has been our morning routine for the last week: he will hold my hair or touch my back while I stand over the toilet waiting for him to finish his morning routine. On some days, such as the one I am experiencing right now, I found that to be really enjoyable. I longed for him to wrap his arms around me and comfort me that everything was going to be well. Then, on the other days, all I wanted was to be left alone, so I would push him away and pretend like nothing had happened before climbing back into bed.
The method in which I was altering was quite frightening to me. I did not take pleasure in ignoring him and shouting at him. After some time had passed, I'd begin to feel terrible, apologize, and grovel for him to hold me. I had a lot of anxiety over this mysterious condition that I didn't fully comprehend. Despite the fact that I did not have any symptoms of illness, I was more weary than I had ever been, and I would wake up early only to vomit up.
"Wouldn't it be best if you went to see the pack doctor?" Jason offered his assistance once again, gently massaging the few sweat droplets that were falling off my forehead. He asked me to go despite the fact that I had been fine the day before and that I continue to be well today.
No, I'm OK to go. It's possible that I'm under a lot of pressure, or it may be that I'm eating too much. I'm doing OK. While standing, I disregarded what he had to say. By brushing my mouth out with my toothbrush, I was able to get rid of the unpleasant taste and odor I had been experiencing.
My appointment with the Nightingale Pack is scheduled to start in approximately an hour. If you don't feel like going to the doctor, will you at least come visit my mother? In the event that circumstances get even more difficult, I don't want to abandon you. While he was putting his arms around my waist, he made a comment. It was quite evident that he would not accept "no" as an answer because to his strong but kind hold.
After spitting out the white foam that had been in my mouth for the last month, I rinsed my mouth thoroughly with water and then replaced my toothbrush in its holder. While looking into his eyes in the mirror, I laced my fingers through his hair and began to play with his hair. His anguish caused his eyes to become slightly cloudy, and his level of care for me reached an all-time high.
"Okay." It makes sense to me. Just give me some time to get ready. He let go of my arm and then gave me a kiss on the forehead as he was nodding his head.
Please give me permission to call her and let her know that you are on your way. As he exited the room and made his way to his office, he allowed himself the opportunity to change in peace and quiet. I was in such a haste that I didn't even bother to brush my hair before I put on a random pair of shorts and one of Jason's sweaters. When I heard him chatting on the phone, I put on a pair of flip-flops and stopped heading down the hall. Instead, I halted in front of the door and stood there.
I'm at a loss for words, Mom. I really don't know what to do. Despite the fact that she has been throwing up every morning, she does not seem to be sick. It is just beyond my comprehension that she would refuse to be checked out. That gives me a lot of cause for worry. He gave himself a little respite and waited for her to respond on the other end of the line.
I have no doubt in my mind that you will. I have a meeting that I need to attend to, but I just can't leave her alone in case she requires assistance or becomes worse while I'm gone. I was wondering if you could tell me whether or not you could continue to keep her with you. You may even be able to convince her to go to the doctor. He took another pause to allow her to complete what she was working on.
"I'm thankful to you. After this, we will immediately go. Despite the fact that I am unsure of when the meeting will end, I am not going to contact you until it is over. After putting his phone down on the desk, I waited patiently outside of his door for almost one minute. When I peeked inside, I observed him pondering something while leaning on his desk.
I yelled out, "Hey," to get his attention and gain his attention.
You are curious and ask, "What did she say?"
She instructed me to invite you over as soon as possible and to allow you to remain for as long as you want. Additionally, she cooked the morning meal. The thought of food caused my stomach to growl, which made me want to get there as quickly as possible.
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I didn't even have to knock before Jason let me inside his parents' home; he just opened the door for me. As he turned to face him, he did not make an attempt to step over the barrier.
"Are you not planning on staying for breakfast?" "Are you not going to stay for dinner?"
"Not at all; in fact, he came much earlier than expected. He contends that it is of the utmost importance and should be discussed immediately now. He then spoke while rubbing his temples. I could see that he did not want to depart because of his body language.
Don't be concerned, Jason. I am now with your mother. "I am aware of this. Please do not hesitate to get in touch with me should you need anything.
I greeted him with a passionate kiss and told him, "I will.
I'll get back to you at a later time. After walking in, I immediately closed the door behind me to keep the kitchen private. Standing somewhat near to the cooking surface, Jason's mother was using a fork to stir the bacon in a pan.
I'm right here, sweetie. She remarked this as she gave me a brief glance before shifting her attention back to the food.
If you want to start eating right now, you certainly may; I'm just about done with mine. When she let go of the fork, the sound of the metal striking the tile could be heard in my ears. She let go of the fork. She did a quick spin around while gasping for air and smiling broadly with her eyes wide open.
"Oh my goodness, thank you!" "You're going to have a baby!"
You respond with "Excuse me?" In reaction to her rage, I found that I had no words.
"You are going to have a baby! Wow, that's great. I can't believe it. I was held firmly in someone's hug as I stood there as still as a board. As she stared at my dead face, she retreated and wiped the smile off her face as she did so.
"I didn't know you were aware of that, did I?"
Because I was unable to open my mouth, all I could do was shake my head. My hands shook as they made their way to my stomach, where I half-expected to feel the beginnings of a baby bump. Even though I wasn't surprised to find that there was no change to the appearance of my stomach, I was terrified nevertheless. I was pregnant and could feel the kid growing inside of me.
That age-old inquiry, "How do you know?" While I was asking her questions, she went and got me a chair and then sat down next to me.
Your scent is completely overpowered by his. It is making an effort to mask the smell of the baby and of you together. It is supposed to give protection by letting people know that you are unquestionably wedded and that the man will get outraged if you are damaged in any way. The purpose of this is to provide protection. She said something to herself as she gently rubbed my hands.
When he informed me that you were feeling poorly in the mornings but weren't really sick, I was a bit alarmed. However, this only verifies that he was telling the truth.
I hadn't even gotten to the point where I could finish the sentence when I burst into tears for no apparent reason.
Howdy, Sweetie! You must not cry. She spoke to me as she was hugging me.
"I really don't know what to do, I-I. What are people expecting from me?Shhh. Relax and let go. You ought to have nothing to complain about. "However, I'm afraid. Oh my God, you have no idea! What will come next from Jason's mouth? While I was still in a state of terror, I made another inquiry.
"Are you Megan?" What exactly is the problem? Are you feeling okay? Do you need my assistance in getting you home? In my head, Jason's question is posed in an urgent tone of voice.
"No. No, I'm not sick at all. I only had a fleeting moment of fear. Absolutely nothing important.Okay. Because I wasn't expecting the meeting to go on for as long as it did, I may not get home until much later in the day. You are precious to me.
"I love you too," she said.
I buried my head in my hands and said the words, "I don't know what to do."
"Honey, I just know he's going to be over the moon!"
"Really?" he asked.
Oh, well, I suppose that's the case................................................................. "Oh, I guess I do."
After it became dark, Jason arrived at his destination. In his hands he held what seemed to be an endless stack of papers, and his eyes were tired and worn out. However, he woke up when he saw me and smelled the freshly made chocolate chip cookies that were set out. These were the triggers that got him out of bed. As I offered the meal to him and thanked him for his gratitude, he gave me a sloppy grin.
Do you feel like having a glass of milk with your meal?
Darling, I think that would be wonderful. I made him a drink, handed it to him, and then I sat down on the chair next to him to chat with him.
You want to know how the meeting went, don't you?
It's dull. He was muttering to himself as he scratched his temples. He took a cookie out of his pocket and dipped it in the milk.
He just become an Alpha, and he has no idea what he is supposed to be doing. The only thing he did was recycle information, make suggestions that were below standard, and make an effort to establish an uneven coalition. While muttering, he tore off a large chunk of the cookie and ate it.
While he was busy chewing on his cookies, I carried on with our talk. As he got closer to the bottom, my anxiety level increased, and his mother took over to distract him from me and take his focus off of us. He enthusiastically grabbed another cookie from the plate, completely oblivious to the fact that black ink was starting to appear up on the dish.
"What?" He examined the language and questioned himself, which caused me to clench my thighs for support. He glanced at the language.
I'd really appreciate it if you could just hand me a paper towel, Mom. Once he requested for one, she willingly provided it to him. Before placing the dish with the cookies on the table, he moved the leftover cookies from the plate onto the paper towel and displayed the message.
"I'm expecting," he read out loud while knitting his brows together in concentration. After just a fraction of a second had passed, he abruptly lifted his head and looked directly into my eyes.
This is the question. "Are you joking around?" In answer to his inquiry, I gave him a little nod of the head.
"Yeah. I am."Because he did not change the look on his face for a brief period of time, I was unable to deduce what he was thinking or how he was feeling.
After that, a wide smile spread over his face, and he let out a hearty giggle. While he was lifting me into his arms, my legs were wrapped around his waist. I couldn't help but chuckle as he turned me around a couple times.
You are said to be expecting. He laughed as he rubbed my stomach and massaged it.
You will eventually give birth to a child.
I followed up by saying, "And you're going to be a father."
I'm about to start a family of my own. He repeated, seeming a bit bewildered. He laughed so hard that he was choking, and he seemed to be on the verge of crying at the same time.
"You don't know how happy I am," I told her. "I can't tell you." As he explained the situation to me, I wiped the tears from his eyes.
"Your mother was worried that you were going to pass out." I replied with a joke.
He did so while planting a passionate kiss on my forehead and said, "I think I just might." After that, he helped me down to the ground.
I told him, "I love you," and then I added, "I adore you as well." As his lips brushed against me, he murmured. While bending down and pulling my shirt up to his chest, he planted a kiss on my lower abdomen.
"And you too, you youngling. I love you just as much.