17: First Trimester

Marisol sat on the porch with Abigail and Irabella. All their mates were hunting. Marisol told Abigail that she should go too, but she insisted on staying. Marisol knew it was because she didn't want to leave her all by herself.

"It's cold out," Irabella said. "We really should get you inside."

"A few more minutes, please." Marisol enjoyed the cool breeze, but even more, she enjoyed hearing the various howls from the woods. She wished she could join them. "Can you see them?"

"No, but we can hear them," Abigail said.

"Can you tell me what you hear?"

There was a moment of silence before Abigail spoke again. "The guards are frustrated because Grey keeps getting their hunt. Nolan just shifted back, and so did Greyson, and now they're fighting, jokingly."

Marisol smiled to herself. She sneezed and both women immediately sequestered her inside. Irabella made some hot chocolate and they all were talking before the pack came back in. Everyone went to the game room. Marisol sat on a beanbag chair, listening to Grey play pool with Nolan.

"Fuck you, Grey," Nolan scoffed. He must have lost.

"Hey, I called winner."

Marisol perked up, hearing the female's voice. She could hear Grey chuckle and agree to another round. Marisol knew he was allowed to have female and male friends. Even she had friends of both sexes, but she kept hearing her giggle and compliment Grey on his shot. For some reason, it felt more like a date than a friendly game of pool. Her heart dropped and suddenly she didn't want to take part anymore.

She stood up and put the blanket back on the chair before walking out of the room.

Greyson furrowed his eyebrows as he saw his mate leave. He put down his stick and followed her out, wrapping his arm around her waist. She gasped but gently smiled realizing it was him. "Where are you going?"

"I'm a little tired," she lied. "I was just going to bed."

"You're lying," he said. "I can hear your heartbeat. Really, Marisol, what happened?"

Her head went down. She was a little embarrassed to say. "You were having a lot of fun with a woman, and that's fine, but it just reminded me that I can never do those things with you. It makes me sad."

He caught her off guard and kissed. When he pulled away, he smiled and pushed a piece of hair behind her ear. "Come play chess with me."

"Grey, you don't even like chess."

She laughed as he pulled her into the game room again. Her heart swelled as she realized...he was gonna lose SO badly.

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Marisol laughed as a drunk Grey and Nolan argued about which Twilight movie was the worst. Grey felt that New Moon was the winner while Nolan thought Eclipse was the worst.

"Bro, you are so wrong, right now!"

Nolan gawked. "Are you really gonna tell me you thought Eclipse was a masterpiece?"

Marisol and Abigail looked at each other. "Alright, boys, I think it's time for bed."

Marisol got up with Abigail and grabbed Grey's arm.

"Be glad you're blind," Nolan yelled, "because Greyson's face makes you mad just from looking at it."

Marisol laughed as she said goodnight and helped Grey up the stairs to their room. He fell onto the bed with a loud thump.

"Did you have fun tonight?"

"Yesssss," he responded.

"Good," she whispered, taking off his slippers.

"Marisol?"

"Yes, Grey?"

"I'm so glad you're my mate. You're so beautiful and so smart."

She smiled, kissing the top of his head. "I'm glad I'm your mate too."

"Marisol?"

"Yes, Grey?" She responded with a chuckle.

"I'm tired."

"I know, Grey. You can sleep now."

"Marisol?"

"Yes?"

"I wanna make a baby with you?"

"Grey," she said, standing up. "I'm already pregnant."

His eyes widened. "You are!?" He fell onto his back, amazed. "Das crazzzyy. I'm so lucky," he pouted. She heard his breath even out and a light snore come from him. She shook her head with a loving grin. "No, Grey," she said, climbing into bed beside him. "I'm the lucky one."

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Marisol woke up to Grey running out of bed and into the bathroom. She got up and went to the door where she knocked softly. She could hear him throwing up. "Are you okay, handsome?"

"I most certainly am not handsome right now."

Marisol opened the door and went I even after Grey told her not to. She rubbed his back softly as he stood back up. She went to the sink and handed him his toothbrush. "I didn't think lycans got hungover."

"We're wolves. We aren't immune."

She laughed. "I'll get you some medicine. But for the record, I love this. I throw up all the time because of your child."

Marisol left the bathroom and wen to get dressed. She found leggings to put on, but when she attempted to put on her bra, she realized that it was so tight, and her breasts were so sore. She shrugged off the bra and elected on a baggy shirt instead. She went downstairs and asked someone for medicine for Grey. When she had the large capsules in her hand she went back upstairs.

"Marisol, why is your bra on the floor?"

"It hurts," she said, closing the door.

"Want a massage?"

"Actually, yes," she said handing him the medicine. He laughed, shaking his head.

"Take off your shirt and lay down."

She did as told and Grey was momentarily caught off guard. She could feel him sit beside her. She suddenly laughed hysterically as he 'motorboated' her.

"Stop! I'm ticklish!"

"Sorry, I've always wanted to do that."

"Wait, you've never..."

"No, Marisol," he said as he gently cupped her breasts. She sat up, looking at him.

"What do you mean?" He didn't answer as he continued. She grabbed his hands. "A-are you a virgin?"

He didn't answer which was answer enough for her. "Wait, why? You're 32..."

"I wanted to wait for my mate," he said. "I wanted to wait for you."

"I'm not..."

"I know. It's okay. You didn't know."

"Do you wish I had?"

"Marisol," he said grabbing her chin. "I want you how you are now. I want the person you are today. I don't care that I'm not your first, I just want to be your last."

Marisol ran her hand up his chest and pulled him toward her, kissing him soundly. He pulled away, smiling. "What was that for?"

"What? I can't kiss my mate?"

"You know, you're pregnant with a lycan, that's why you're sore. You'll start seeing a lot of changes very early."

"I figured."

"Do you know what that means?" He got off the bed. "We need to go shopping."

"You want to go shopping with me?"

"I got some tips from Brad, but he can come too so I can learn."

"Learn what?"

"To do what Brad does for you."

"Y-you want to be my caregiver?"

"Yes, Marisol. I want to try at least."

Marisol was smiling as he went into the closet to find something for both of them to wear.

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"Buy it."

"Wait, I don't like the color."

"You don't like the color because you don't like green."

"And you only like it because she is half-naked."

"Boys," Marisol chastised, "behave."

Marisol blushed down her cleavage as she stood in the large dressing room with the two men. Grey insisted on getting new underwear for her, considering she was steadily growing. Though, she was still not showing yet.

"I don't like it," Brad continued. "And besides, if I go find another outfit, you get to see her naked again and in different lingerie."

Grey's attitude changed then and he nodded, watching as he left the room. He grabbed Marisol's waist and she smiled, feeling his lips on her neck.

"Am I showing yet?"

"No, but there'll be a bump soon, I think."

He moved away as Brad came back in with another set. Marisol grew from a 34C to a 36D. Grey didn't mind at all. After going to a few more stores to get a few items, they left the mall and returned back to the packhouse. Marisol's stomach immediately turned again, smelling some form of meat. She emptied the contents of her stomach in the kitchen's trashcan.

"Oh my god, she just threw up. I can't handle throw up. I think I'm gonna–" Before Brad could finish, he promptly leaned over and threw up...all over Grey's shoes.

As Brad stood up and wiped his mouth he gave a sympathetic smile. "You should have known that what Marisol goes through, I go through."

Unedited. I am sorry. Let me know of errors.