My hair held back in place, whilst his other hand pats my back gently to ease the tension. Fingers slide softly up and down my spine relaxing the clenched muscles. My nails dig into the porcelain of the toilet bowl as I heave the contents of my stomach. My throat is raw and sore with the number of times I have vomited.
My legs weak pushing me to fall upon the ground heavy continuous gags surge, but Deimos holds me to him before the ground breaks my fall. A small tired whine leaves my lips as he calms me with soothing words. “I’ve got you. It is okay.” He whispers over and over.
I don’t know how he does it, the sight is disgusting and I bet the smell should be revolting to him. Yet it doesn’t faze him, his eyes often worried focusing only on comforting me, to make the process a little easier for me to undergo.
His back sliding down the wall he flops down on the cold floor taking me with him settling me upon his lap. Grabbing a wet towel he wipes my mouth and neck cleaning my flesh off the puke.
This is an everyday scenario for us these days. Me struggling to keep food in my stomach and him helping me when I have no strength to. It takes a toll on my body for a few minutes so I sink into him until I find my energy.
“I fear it is getting worse, Lumina. You cannot keep anything inside. Not even the flesh of the softest fruit.” Deimos says with a sigh, his chest pulled back as he takes a deep breath in. His shirts don’t fit him anymore often clenching tightly to his muscles. I advised him to buy bigger clothes for he has grown bigger, stronger. An Alpha male with a pregnant female is not one to be messed with.
In the past few months, I have seen several changes in him, as though he was becoming someone else. He has lost his composure that he had mastered, even the smallest of things that concerned me ticked him off. He has grown to be more caring, more protective but also highly territorial. No males are allowed within a close distance to me and once his wolf tore through barriers when Ragon approached me without caution from behind.
“This is common, my male. Perhaps my sickness is harsher than other females because I am different.” I reply to his concern peeking down at my shirt praying I didn’t get any fluid on it. I changed so many times already.
“I do not like seeing you this way. It pains me.” He utters with a soft kiss to my head. I shift within his arms preparing to leave his warmth. “Have you finished recharging? We can stay for a little while more.” He questions. Eyes sinking into mine checking for flashes of pain or uncomfortableness.
“Yes. I am fine, my male. The females need my presence. I must be there.” I whisper using my knees to get up slowly. He aids me in carrying my weight, hands around my waist in case I fall back due to dizziness. My feet take small steps as I head to the bedroom mirror. I need to fix myself before they see me like this. I do not wish to look weak, it isn’t in my blood to be so.
Fixing my hair brushing it out, adding a little red lipstick to my pale lips to add color. “No matter what I do, I look sick.” I say with a frustrated sigh wondering where that pregnancy glow of mine that the females’ talked about went. My skin has gotten paler as if life is being sucked out of me yet it causes me no worry but happiness as my life is given to my pup.
“You are carrying a pup, Lumina. Not just any pup but one created by two Alphas’. You are carrying power and the future strength of all packs.” Deimos replies trying to ease my tension whilst quickly replacing the blankets with fresh ones and heating the pillows on our bed. He often does this, so when I come to take a nap I am comfortable and warm.
Pushing down the waistband of my long skirt, lifting my full-sleeved shirt just under my breasts my eyes find my growing belly. A five-month belly is no joke, the strain it puts on my body is painful and sometimes I cannot find the strength to even walk.
Turning to the side swaying through the pads of my feet I place my hands upon my belly running my fingers upon it. “Our pup has grown bigger, yes?” I ask with a soft chuckle from the base of my throat.
Large hands wrap around my waist, his chin placed upon my right shoulder. Eyes gentle as he meets my eyes through the mirror. “Yes, I am pretty sure the pup will be overweight and chubby when it comes out with all the food you consume.” He laughs shaking his head reminiscing on his memories of all the times I snatched treats from his hands to chomp it down as if I were starved.
“Might I remind you I am eating for two?” I ask my eyes holding a playful warning. He takes a quick step back raising his palms to me as a sign of surrender in case I begin to chew him up for his words.
My hormones have been running all around in different directions, I get angry for small issues pinning Deimos for his actions or words. Once he instructed me to stop drinking soda and I wailed sprawled out on the floor with tears dripping down my cheeks, snot running down my nose, and threw a fit as a pup would. When he tried to approach me I threw the empty cans at him startling him.
He learned his lesson that day and never again went against my wishes. “Okay, I am ready. I will see you in a few hours, my male.” I say standing on my tiptoes kissing his cheek softly.
“Let me take you down the stairs, Lumina.” He says walking towards me. His eyes scan down my body and stop at the bottom of my skirt. Kneeling he fixes my crumpled material sliding his palm down the frills to tame it. He takes care of this as I cannot bend, my belly getting in the way.
“It is all right, I can manage. You stress too much. Make sure to wear the black pants I ironed for you.” I speak walking past him.