He always speaks the truth and tells me what is needed.
“All right. I will wait for you.” I give him a curt nod of understanding and am greeted by a soft affectionate kiss to my right cheek.
Breakfast is consumed with a super speed my hunger surging to new heights. The healer told me to eat as much as possible to gain strength to deliver our pup. My eyes gaze upon the two empty seats in front of us.
Phobos and Theia had left hurriedly a few days ago as the weather gave way for travel. We said our final goodbyes at the gate whilst Theia left with a lingering glance at me. I felt as though she wished for my help however chose not to ask it.
I wince due to the sudden cramp at my lower stomach which immediately gets his attention. “What is it? Are you in pain?” He questions.
“The cramps are getting frequent. I think I will deliver our pup this weekend.” I whisper wiping my mouth with the napkin. A smile lights up my face as my finger pokes into the side of my stomach wishing to wake up the little one who is so very eager to come out.
Deimos does not reply as he continues munching on his meal. At times there is this tension that rumbles under the surface between us. It has been happening a lot these days. However, I choose to ignore it for I know he is merely anxious about being a father.
The uncomfortableness of the cramps turns into sudden pain as time passes. With each hour there is a significant change in what I feel. Deimos has been away for the entire day since breakfast stuck within the bounds of his office with Ragon by his side. I have no idea what is going on but he isn’t here when I need him to be.
“Alpha?” Elriam’s concerned voice breaks through my thoughts. “Are you feeling all right?” She questions.
I breathe heavy but shaky. We are sitting near the table making crafts with the pups for them to play with but I cannot seem to even cut a piece of paper properly. I clench my eyes shut allowing the wave of throbbing pain to pass.
Taking a deep breath I meet her eyes. “The pup is not due until the end of this week which is six days from now. I don’t understand.” I whisper to myself.
“Alpha?” Elriam questions again her palm coming to rest on top of mine.
“I am all right. Let’s continue.” I reply with a nod finishing up with the crafts. Once we were done the pups lined up to receive it from us and ran out to play with them.
We spent many nights creating these to supply their demand. It was a custom to do this every new year in my pack and Deimos’s wolves were quite surprised and eager to be a part of it as we did it for the first time.
“Which one would you like?” I ask the small pup who peers at all the colorful kites.
“The yellow one.” He whispers wiping his snot with the back of his sleeve.
“Yellow it is.” I nod with a smile reaching for the yellow kite hiding behind the others. The further I reach the more my uterus aches the intensity rising with speed.
I groan heavily hunching down unable to take in the sudden infliction upon my body. Peering down my eyes find a trail of pale fluid running down my thigh making a small pool upon the ground. “Elriam help him with his kite. I need to use the washroom.” I walk as quickly as possible to the toilet.
Quickly shutting the door, lifting my dress squatting over the toilet seat has a heavy gut-wrenching moan strike through my lips. In a matter of seconds, a gush of water escapes my core. My heart pounds with anxiety.
The healer had told me to find her quickly if a case such as this happened. But all I can think is I need to find my male first. I need to inform him of this news. Our pup has chosen to arrive early as I thought so.
I begin to sweat my body feels heavier and the room spins. A sudden change of emotions and physical being has me overwhelmed. I don’t know if I must celebrate or cry. Deimos. Deimos. His name is all I can think of. I need him.
Accepting my need my feet take me to where he is holed up in. The only barrier between us seems to be the stairs and the hallway leading to his office. My energy is quickly drained. Droplets of blood paint the floor and I drown with distress.
My mind does not think of how I could make him come to me rather how I must get to him. This has always been the case in our relationship. I take each step with an eerie slowness waiting until the pain subsides.
My fingers clutched around the railing providing me with comfort and strength to take the next step up. Each step upward seems like a level of pain I need to pass to acquire my final prize. It was testing me, my strength. My willpower.
Just a few more steps and I can reach him. Just a few more. I keep encouraging myself. At least I would have a good story to tell our pup about the beginning of its birth. As I take the last step I allow myself to catch my breath. A sign of victory.
My eyes find the office door to the left and with a curt nod, I thrust my body into the wall allowing it to carry my weight. The cramps get severe in their attacks and a small scream leaves my lips.
My right palm under my throbbing belly whilst my left hand is pushed against the wall aiding me to walk to him. I am almost there, I must tell him of the news. One that was expected but not encouraged. Early birth.
Even though my pup is willing to come forward by just a few days or weeks, it is still considered early. Every time a contraction strikes extending its claws ripping my inner flesh, I bend low with a shaky gasp and a painful breath. A low excruciating moan flies past my clenched jaw and chapped lips.
As the pain subsides after sixty seconds I fight to take my next step towards his office. I call to him through our bond yet he doesn’t receive it mind blocked busy with something else. Where else does your attention need to be but by my side in this crucial stage?
As it is night time the wolves are busy with their preparations to rest for the halls are empty and no one can see me hunched over in the corner struggling to breathe doing my best to get to their Alpha.