Free Web NovelChapter 133: Chapter 133
Diana went through more information—warning signs to watch for, when to call her immediately, what was normal, and what wasn’t. My head was spinning by the time she finished, trying to absorb everything while also still processing the fundamental fact that I was pregnant.
After Diana left to "give us some time to process," Christian and I just sat there on the examination table, holding hands and breathing.
I kept touching my stomach. Still flat. Still feeling exactly the same. But there was a baby in there. A tiny person who was half me and half Christian.
"We’re going to be parents," Christian whispered, staring at where my hand rested.
"Yeah." I nodded, fresh tears starting. "We are."
He moved his hand to cover mine again, his palm warm and solid. "What if I’m a terrible father?"
"You won’t be." I leaned my head against his shoulder. "You’re the most caring, protective, loyal person I know. You’re going to be an amazing dad."
"What if the baby doesn’t like me?"
"Christian." I couldn’t help laughing a little through my tears. "The baby will love you. How could they not?"
He was quiet for a moment, then: "What if they have your stubbornness and my Alpha nature? We’re going to be in so much trouble."
That surprised a real laugh out of me. "Oh God, you’re right. We’re doomed."
He kissed my temple, lingering there. "I love you so much."
"I love you too."
We sat there, wrapped around each other, and I let myself imagine it. A baby with Christian’s green eyes. Or maybe my dark ones. Christian’s smile. My stubbornness.
The thought of a little person who would call us Mom and Dad terrified me. I had no idea how to raise a kid, especially one who might have werewolf abilities. What if I messed it up? What if I wasn’t good enough?
But then Christian’s hand moved on my stomach, just a gentle caress, and I felt the fierce protectiveness surge through me.
This baby was ours. Mine and Christian’s. Whatever came next—the Council meeting, the challenges, the unknowns—we’d face it together.
"Do you want to know what I’m thinking?" Christian asked quietly.
"Always."
"I’m imagining teaching them to shift for the first time. If they can shift." His voice held wonder. "Taking them on their first pack run. Showing them the territory. Telling them about their grandfather and the pack history." He paused. "Teaching them that love is the strongest thing there is, because their mother taught me that."
My throat closed up again. "Stop making me cry."
"Can’t help it. You’re carrying our baby, Sophie. Our baby." He pulled back to look at me, his eyes still wet but glowing with joy now. "Nothing else matters right now. Not the Council, not Alexander, nothing. Just this."
He was right. In this moment, with his arms around me and his hand on our baby, everything else faded to background noise. The medical office, the pack house, the whole world—it all narrowed down to just us and this tiny life we’d created.
"We should probably tell people eventually," I said, already dreading that conversation.
Christian’s expression shifted to something almost panicked.
"Diana, Marcus—"
"The whole pack will know by dinner." Christian groaned. "Pack bonds mean no secrets."
"Is that bad?"
"No, just... overwhelming." He touched my face gently. "But good overwhelming. Everyone’s going to be so happy for us."
I thought about Eleanor’s face when she found out she was going to be a grandmother. About Diana’s knowing smile.
About Marcus probably giving Christian some awkward advice about fatherhood. About the whole pack rallying around us the way they always did.
"Yeah," I agreed. "They will be."
Christian kissed me then, soft and sweet and full of promise. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against mine.
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"For this. For giving me everything I never knew I wanted." His voice cracked. "For being brave enough to stay when you could have run. For loving me even when it was hard. For being the most incredible Luna and partner, and now—" He stopped, clearly struggling. "Now you’re going to be the mother of my child, and I don’t have words for how grateful I am."
"Christian—"
"I’m serious." He cupped my face in both hands. "You’ve given me everything, Sophie. Everything."
I kissed him again because I couldn’t speak past the emotion clogging my throat. We stayed like that for a while, just holding each other and processing that our entire world had shifted on its axis in the best possible way.
Finally, Christian stood and helped me down from the examination table. His hand immediately moved to the small of my back—protective, possessive, reverent.
"Ready to face reality?" I asked.
"Not even a little bit." He smiled. "But let’s do it anyway." freewёbnoνel.com
We walked toward the door together, his hand never leaving my back. Just before he opened it, Christian stopped and turned to me one more time.
"I need you to promise me something."
"Okay?"
"Promise me you’ll tell me if you’re scared or overwhelmed or need anything. Anything at all." His eyes were intense.
"Promise me you won’t try to be strong all the time. Not with this."
I nodded. "I promise. But you have to promise me the same thing. No hiding your fears behind Alpha mode."
"Deal."
He opened the door, and we stepped out into the hallway where our new reality waited. Where we’d have to tell people and make plans and prepare for everything that was coming.
But Christian’s hand found mine immediately, lacing our fingers together. And I thought about the tiny life growing inside me, the perfect combination of both of us, and felt something settle in my chest.
We were going to be okay. All three of us.
Christian squeezed my hand as we walked down the hallway, and I squeezed back.
Then his phone buzzed. He pulled it out, read the screen, and his entire body went rigid.
"Christian?" My heart lurched. "What is it?"
He looked at me, his face drained of color, and turned the phone so I could see the message.
Council meeting moved up. Tomorrow. Mandatory attendance for all Alphas and Lunas. No exceptions. —Alexander Sterling
