Ella One and a half months later, and I’m gigantic. Gigantic. “Five months wolf pregnant,” I mutter, stirring my yogurt with a little silver spoon, “is about thirteen months human pregnant.” Leaning back against my pillows, I raise the spoon to my mouth, but hesitate before taking a bite.
So, I admit that I’m a bit torn. As much as I love being pregnant, and I’m so happy and grateful for it, it in many ways feels like the end of a wonderful vacation where you start to think about how nice it will be to go back home. I sigh and lean down to pick out a pair of sneakers but stop, sudden
“Nothing,” she says, shaking her head quickly and realizing her mistake. “I’m so sorry, Ella – I didn’t mean to scare you – he’s just…” she turns again to the monitor, shaking her head at what she sees. “Cora!” I shout, sitting up fast and grabbing her by the shoulder. “Tell me! Now!” Sinclair i
Ella The minute Hank gave his assent, Sinclair was moving, gathering me up into his arms and striding for the clinic’s door. We drew quite a few eyes on our way out – a gigantic man carrying a little pregnant woman bodily out of the doctor’s office, and her laughing with glee all the way. But I d
“Liar,” I murmur, glancing at him over my shoulder as he positions himself against my center, running his head up and down my sex, teasing me. “You haven’t been starving. You’ve been fucking me in my dreams. Wasn’t that enough to keep the hunger at bay?” He chuckles lowly, bringing his cock back t
I drift off into my dream space feeling totally comfortable, not needing to invite Sinclair in tonight because I know he’ll be there waiting for me when I wake up. It’s not that I don’t want him there tonight it’s just…a peaceful beat, where he dreams his dreams and I have mine to myself, separate b
Sinclair I sigh, sitting down on the bed next to my mate, giving her a significant look as I humor her. She grabs her phone, eagerly pulling up the clock timer and never taking her other hand off her stomach. “Okay,” she murmurs, looking down at herself. “Well, this contraction has been over
“Ella,” I gasp, terrified. But there’s nothing I can do – I just hold her until she stops, until she opens her eyes and looks shocked into my face and then down at her belly, her face going white. “Down,” she demands. “Put me down. Something…something happened.” ______________________ Ell