“Well, Baby Girl, I think it’s time for bed rest.” Estelle sits on the stool in the exam room and writes notes into Zara’s file. “You have about a month left, but this little girl is getting to be not so little. You need to stay off your feet.” “Estelle, I can’t go on bed rest yet. I have one more final tomorrow. There are ten solutions that need to be compounded for the sigma cure, we need more blood work from Keller, Jasper, and Sam, so I can evaluate the differences in their metabolisms, Kara training begins tomorrow, Dillon has a checkup next week, Doctor Khe is coming for an in-person visit, and the full moon is next week. I mean, I know I’m not allowed to shift, but we’re going to the mountains since the weather is nice. Oh, and I need to finish furnishing the nursery. After that, bed rests twenty-four, seven. I promise.” Zara speaks quickly, trying to name off the exhausting list of things she needs to accomplish. She tries to sit up to plead her case to Estelle, but I have to
“Go get yourself settled, Pocket.” I lead her toward her office after she gives Dillon a kiss. “I’ll bring you a snack.” “Is Zara okay?” Katie looks between us while she hitches Dillon up in her arms. “Estelle says she needs to stay off her feet. It’s called bed rest.” I observe Zara walking toward the office. “Just to make sure the baby is safe. Don’t worry, Zara will be fine, so will her pup. We just need to be careful.” “Oh, thank the Goddess for that.” Katie still looks worried, but a timer goes off for Dillon’s bottle, so she hurries away. I change my clothes and take Dillon from Katie, letting her know she can go home for the rest of the day. I juggle Dillon and his bottle while I make Zara a protein shake. During my food prep multitasking, I have a heart-to-heart with my son. “Dillon, I’m not gonna lie. I’m worried about Mommy. She pushes herself too hard and forgets to take care of herself. You know how smart she is, right? I think she’s probably as smart as Einstein, but
“Jas, keep Dillon and call my parents. They have a car seat for him.” I shove the phone in my pocket. “Zara’s in labor. Meet us at Crystal Lake. I gotta go.” “Oh, shit!” His eyes grow wide. “Doesn’t she have another month?” “Yeah. Don’t swear in front of the baby! Zara doesn’t like it.” I point at him as I sprint to the door. The ten-minute drive to the health center takes forever. I rush inside to the reception desk, skidding to a halt. “Hi, someone called me about Zara Wilson. I’m her boyfriend, Keller Marshall.” “Oh, Mister Marshall. The Nurse Practitioner went to the classroom building. She said Miss Wilson shouldn’t move.” The woman stands and points toward Zara’s classroom building. I suppress Rocky’s frustrated growl as I rush out of the building back to my Range Rover and drive as carefully as I can through the busy campus. “Why didn’t the professor let her just call me?” I grip the steering wheel, anxiously waiting for foot traffic to clear the road. I try to call Zara’
The next hour is a flurry of activity filled with nurses and Ace using words I have never heard and don’t understand. They hook Zara up to tubes and monitors while I helplessly hold her hand, wipe her tears away, and try to whisper comforting words in her ear. Through the chaos, a little sound makes me sit up straight. Rocky howls with delight and Zara laughs through her tears. Our baby girl is crying for the first time. I feel frozen to the spot while I watch the nurses clean the screaming infant and give her a quick exam before they wrap her in a white blanket and hand her to Zara. By the time the blanket touches Zara’s hands, the crying stops. The tiny little girl silently observes her mother, who is observing her in return. The nurses hurry around cleaning up and filing out of the room. The last nurse to leave lets Zara know she will be right outside the door. “Congratulations, you two. She’s a mostly healthy, tiny werewolf pup. I’ll give the three of you a few minutes together,
“Hello Mister Marshall, my name is Ayrelles, but you can call me Les.” The lead female guard shakes my hand with a firm grip. I think her accent is Italian, but I can’t be certain. She has pulled her black hair into a tight braid and her green eyes, set on olive skin, somehow look familiar. She seems to have a stern look etched on her face. I notice her ears twitch as she uses her wolf hearing to search out miniscule sounds. “We will stand guard round the clock. We will respond to any obvious threats. If there is anything you need, please let any of us know.”“What’s wrong with you?” Rocky hisses. “Bow to her!”“Bow?” I ask, I bowing awkwardly to the guard. “She’s just a guard.”“Is everything alright, Mister Marshall?” Les tilts her head to the side.“My wolf seems to know you?” I look at the woman more closely. I’ve definitely never met her before.“Who is your wolf?” Her face softens slightly.“Rocky. His name is Rocky.” I rub the back of my neck and puff air out of my cheeks.“Oh!
“Pocket, what are you doing with that blanket?” I ask while Zara drags the blanket from our bed to her office. We’ve only been home a couple hours and she can’t seem to sit still.“I need it.” Her voice strains against the weight of the heavy quilt. “For my beanbag chair.”“Your Still making a nest?” I take the blanket from her and hand Orli to her instead. “Orli is here now. Your done building, Zara. Now it’s time to relax and spend time with your pup.”Zara stops pulling and drops her shoulders. For a second, I think she’s going to cry, but she sniffles back her tears.“Okay, okay, I’ll take the blanket for you.” I shake my head at her. “All you need to do is ask, Pocket. You’re going to hurt yourself.”Once Zara can get the quilt exactly the way she thinks it should be, she reclines with Orli and finally relaxes enough for both of them to get a nap. While she does that, I put Dillon’s bouncy seat on the kitchen counter and show him how I make omelets.“You gotta let the peppers sof
“Jas, you got this. You have learned everything there is to know about the rehab program and the housing facility. You did all the legwork for the employment programs and permits.” I fix Jasper’s tie for him and pat him on the shoulder. “Just get out there and say it to the audience. There’s only like… thirty reporters, ten investors and donors, and a few vendors and contractors. You’ve gotten up and made a complete asshole out of yourself in front of way more people than that before. Ignore the cameras and answer questions after the speech. It’s that easy.” “He’s right Jasper. If there’s a question you can’t answer, tell ‘em the Goddess Foundation rep is gonna answer it.” Marco points his thumb over his shoulder at the Luna Regent, who is getting last-minute notes from Sam, Estelle, and Dad. “They don’t need to know it’s the head of the Goddess Foundation until she comes out to the podium. They only know the Alpha is here. The only thing I need you to remember is to set up the step
“So Mister Happy is going to have a little brother.” I laugh with Jasper on our way home. “Yeah, looks like it.” He rubs the back of his neck and looks out the window. “I wish more people could see how amazing Kara is. She’s just shy. She can’t help it.” “No, I get it. She’s a sigma. It comes with the territory.” I shrug off the concern. “Zara and Katie have their moments, too. Kara just had a rougher time before you met her. Zara doesn’t tell me about all their conversations, but she tells me it’s clear that Kara wouldn’t have lasted much longer. Katie is the more resilient of the two.” “Yeah. She opens up to me sometimes. After her therapist told her it’s okay to share some of their conversations, things have gotten a lot better.” Jasper’s voice sounds far away. “Between you and me, a couple months after Orli was born, she asked me if I want to have kids one day. That’s huge for her.” “Wow.” I glance at him. “Is that something you want? To have kids?” “I hadn’t really thought a