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Chapter 9.
Monique.
I was late. Like... weeks late.
I’d been trying not to calculate or count, assuming that each new day would bring the blood that would signal the end of my cycle. But every morning I woke up with no period, and these past few days I’d been feeling sick to my stomach and ridiculously tired as well.
I had to face the facts. I was more than likely pregnant to my amazing men, and I had no idea how I felt about that amazing news! Overwhelmed was probably the closest emotion.
I wanted their babies, absolutely. There was no question for me there. Was it too early? No. Anything that connected us further was a blessing. But my future visions scared me, and I didn’t want to lose any of them.
Last night Xander had come into the cottage late, and must have found us all asleep, and naked in the main bedroom. Because when we’d woken up to eat dinner, the sun was setting and we’d assumed he wasn’t home yet.
Michael had made dinner for all of us, then we found Xander asleep early in the spare bedroom. The bed we didn’t use and didn’t share. It was a huge slap in the face to our family, and especially me, since he was the one who’d been distancing himself from us lately. It wasn’t like I didn’t want him.
I didn’t know what we’d done wrong, but Xander spent more time with the council and his parents now than he did with us. He said he was trying to heal his pack, keep us safe... but it didn’t feel like that anymore.
Which was the main reason I was putting off finding out if I was pregnant or not. I needed to know how Xander felt about our future before I presented him with information that may change how he saw things. I didn’t want Xander feeling trapped. If he’d changed his mind about our relationship, and our family, then I needed to know that first.
I curled up on the couch with a blanket and a book, my steaming cup of tea warming my hands.
“Thanks for breakfast beautiful.” Kyle said as he pulled on his tool belt.
“No problem.” I couldn’t eat much myself, but making my men some breakfast wasn’t hard.
He grinned as he walked over to me, bent forward and kissed me on the lips. I cupped his face and kissed him back, loving the easy affection between us.
When he pulled back he had a frown on his face. “You sure you’re all right? You’re looking pale again.”
I forced myself to smile and sipped my peppermint tea. “Just a bit queasy. All the stress... probably.”
He gave me an odd look, almost like he knew I was lying. Then smiled and left to go and work on the house, like he did every day. My ever consistent, gorgeous mate.
“So,” Michael said, walking over to join me on the couch. He pulled my legs up and put them in his lap. “When are you going to find out for sure?”
My stomach flipped at the suggestion he knew my secret, but I managed to keep my voice calm. “What do you mean?”
Michael turned his head and pierced me with his dark eyes. “You’re pregnant, aren’t you?”
I gulped, swallowing the lump suddenly lodged in my throat. “I... ah... don’t know.”
He went back to staring down at my feet, massaging the tension out of my toes. “You haven’t bled in all the weeks we’ve been together, so unless my math is completely wrong....”
I inhaled sharply, amazed he’d kept track. “You’re not wrong. I’m about two weeks late.”A little more actually.
Michael didn’t look back up, just moved his hands rhythmically over my feet and ankles. “Are you... unhappy about it?”
“Oh no!” I cried, reaching out and squeezing his arm. Was that what he thought? I had to correct him straight away. “Not at all. I’d love to have a baby with you all. That would make our life... my life, perfect.”
“Then why do you seem.... Reluctant?”
