My uterus was sore for a few days, cramping, but I was feeling better. The placenta pills seemed to be keeping me in check. Some humans don’t eat the placenta but it’s instinctive for wolves, so I didn’t mind.
Benlyam was very amused by my behavior because he said I had ‘baby blues’ and I had no clue what he was talking about. He apparently read about it and deemed it because I was ‘sad’ last week.
They slept in our room and I loved it, I loved everything about it. Except for crying, I couldn’t stand it, and again, it wasn’t because it was annoying. It was because it hurt, physically, mentally, emotionally.
I hated the sound, knowing something was wrong. It wasn’t too hard to calm them down and I was beyond grateful for that, although Layton took longer.
My hair has gotten fuller and healthier. I did cut it shortly after I gave birth because it was dead and reminded me of him. It wasn’t too short, just above my bra strap.
They were getting fussy. Especially when Benlyam would get frustrated when he was on the phone with his Alphas, Lana hated it more, she always cried when he raised his voice. I’d kick him out of their room and he’d come back apologizing.
Right now, we were getting ready for bed, the Twins fell asleep a few moments ago. I took off my socks and walked out to the bed, Benlyam was already in. He lovingly smiled at me and I crawled right next to him, Benlyam instantly pulled me into him.
I kissed him and we settled down. He ran his hand through my hair a few times as he thought.
“I don’t like Lana likes me.”
I had to pause to process if I heard him right. He was never one to worry about what people thought of him, I would know. I furrowed my brows as I looked up at him, he looked extremely thoughtful. He was being serious…
“Lyam?” I questioned and he nodded before he looked down at me, he looked hurt- it broke my heart.
I pulled up and straddled his hips so I could easily talk to him. He looked at our position and gave a small smile and I rolled my eyes as I laid on him, making sure to keep a conversational position.
“Why would you say that?” I asked, hurt myself, as I cupped his cheek.
He had one hand on my back and the other was covering mine.
“I get too pissy around them and I raise my voice too much,” he frowned and I copied his look. “Lana cries about it too.”
I shook my head, “it’s just the noise, it’s fine!” I quickly reassured as I gave a quick kiss on his cheek. “She won’t even recognize your voice until a few weeks!”
He gave a forced, sad smile. “Yeah, and she’ll remember the voice that always yelled. Layton probably will too,” he sighed out, “Fuck, they’re gonna hate me.”
“No, they won’t, Lyam. How can you even say that? They’ll love you, they already do!” I tilted my head, not understanding why he was so concerned, he had nothing to worry about!
( ‘Comfort him!’ )
“No, honey, they love you. Obviously, I mean who wouldn’t, and they were inside of you for five months, I don’t have that bond with them,” he slipped his hand on my back under my shirt and started to make circles on my skin. “They’re always with you, and they always see you. I’m not saying it’s a bad thing at all. But the time they have with me, they just end up crying.”
I went to go say something but he cut me off as he played with a strand of my hair.
“I mean, if you think about it, you feed them, so they always look at you. You love to dress them, so they have that, you bathe them, you’re always there to soothe them-”
“And you’re with them as well!” I cut in. “You help with all that stuff, expect the feeding, that’s kinda…” I raised my eyebrows and he chuckled at me. “You change them, and hold them all the time! Plus, Bee, they’re only two weeks old.” I reminded him as I kissed his nose.
He smiled at me and ran his fingers up my back, “Yeah, you’re right. Speaking of, when do you think we should introduce them to the pack? I was thinking in six weeks, they’d be about two months?”
I scrunched my face, “Eh, maybe four?” I suggested and he nodded.
“Fine by me. Garret was surprised you let him hold them,” he added as I tried to slide off his body but he tugged me back.
I laughed against his chest, “Hannah told me, said he wouldn’t stop talking about it. Also told me about the issue between the Rocky Mountain area and-”
“God,” he sighed, “she tells you everything. Yeah, Garret took care of it yesterday. Wyoming gets on my fucking nerve,” I nodded, “speaking of, now Hannah wants kids.”
“I know, but she said they were waiting.”
Benlyam hummed, “Yeah, originally they were going to wait till they were together for three years.”
“Originally?” I asked, “how long have they been mated?”
“Two and a half,” he told me and I nodded. I tried to move off his chest again and he flipped us over. I let out a laugh as he started to kiss my neck. “God, you’re so addictive, Flower,” he whispered against my neck as his fingers went up to my waist.
He pulled his face up to mine and gave me a quick peck on the lips and I tried to flip us back over.
“Bee, stop,” I groaned, but I didn’t want him to.
“You’re a bad liar, Flower,” he nipped at my lips and I couldn’t help the laugh. He chuckled as he moved over to my ear, kissing his way there.