6. Wait.

We went outside, where the others were already waiting. This was one of Pack's SUVs and I did not even think of my cars. Damon went to the back first, then Mariella, the wolves, and I stayed on the other side. Charles drove, and Adam was in the front seat. I was silent. Mariella was all over Damon and he was as passionate with her, too. This was going to be interesting.

I had been on these farms before several times and a few of these were run by ex-fleas. My friends, were the ones who did not get killed. But these got a good life afterward. It had been so lovely to see them, remember old times, gigs. Maybe have coffee, but not now, not with this company. 

Damon's phone beeped, and he said to Mariella, "Let's see those results of the miss. She has been eating for a week, but I think it won't cut it."

Mariella leaned back as Damon looked at the results. There was a fine crease on his forehead and a subtle smile on his lips. I assumed that because he knew I would likely end up in the IV.

Damon was happy. These results confirmed it and he had gotten more evidence. It had been an actual surprise, but a few of those results told him it had been a sure thing. Now it would mean one big change in this pack, one more and it would be so perfect to Mimi's expression. He probed her mind. How delicious. This trip would be so freaking perfect.

We arrived at the bird farm after a half-hour drive. The bird farmer reminded me of Nyle, the dancer, and was a familiar face. I had been coming here for refills now and then, having put my now ex-wing in place.

I got out of the car and walked over to the farmer, and we shook hands. I was at the side, so I just opened my door and walked out, not waiting for Mr. Salvatore. 

I said to him, "There's the rest of the pack; all those men are my husbands, and that woman is Damon's new wife."

He looked them through and went to give them a few scanners too after he had given me mine. 

I went to examine the eggs. The warehouse was cool. Almost cold and this leather dress was very provocative, and I tried to ensure that my hem was as low as possible. Thank god I was not so busty as Mariella or my hem would have shown my ass.

Damon came up next to me and wrapped his arms around me.

I stiffened. I wasn't feeling this way, and if that creature had anything to do with it, there would be serious consequences.

"Well, Mimi, try to remember your manners. Or do you want one of these?" His voice murmured into my ear. "I can get these so fast in the right temperature with spell.."

I glanced at Damon as he opened his jacket. On his right side was some sort of case with familiar-looking thin syringes of black and silver liquid, vanadium. So, he still had those syringes left over. I remembered the heat, the pain, the agony, the smell. Everything flooded back into my mind and I had to use quite a bit of my wits and my powers to prevent myself from trembling. 

Adam and Charles had said that Damon destroyed his shed. What if he's got another one? The thought sent shivers down my spine, and I rubbed my arms casually. I kept with the power of my willpower and rage those memories not crashing into my mind right away and tried to push them back into that coffin.

Damon was pleased. Now he'd managed to scare the crap out of Mimi. Maybe future events would go smoothly then. Not long to go now. His alpha was expecting cubs, as was Mariella. Wolves, too, though she hadn't been able to confirm them. Those lab tests had been the ultimate confirmation. 

He had felt using an energy scan Mimi's uterine horns reaching rib level a couple of weeks ago, a sure sign of pregnancy. There had been a chance for those cubs to go to sleep, but those results had shown him that was not gonna happen. Mimi showed little yet, but now that she was in his arms and he was stroking her ribs, he could already feel the individual cubs. The cubs had used magic to keep themselves hidden, but not for long. He gave the cubs his love and acceptance, telling them it was ok to show themselves. Daddy is here. He was so excited.

Damon suspected the women would discover their condition either today or tomorrow. After the heat had stopped, he noticed Mimi had made a reproductive womb. A reproductive womb is not the same as a heat womb. Damon had only had a little time to get to know it.

The role of the heat period for cat shifters was to kick-start the breeding season. The breeding season has lasted as long as the alpha female would have a reproductive uterus. There would be no breeding season if the reproductive uterus stopped coming after heat.

He had no idea what he had been doing, just giving that last kiss after the heat. He had somehow activated this pregnancy. He had no idea how that had happened, but he was so elated that it had happened, it must have to do something with his alpha instincts. The gestation period would be eight weeks. So these would have three weeks left.

Find a nest where to make the cubs. Now Damon was going to take his pack somewhere else to make pups. Damon knew he was the father. He and Mimi had had puppies, and Mariella and he had puppies, too. Damon had previously had one litter with the wolves, so he knew the wolves were good mothers.

Mimi had been suspecting as she had studied her test results and cubs had hidden themselves from her, but he had felt uncertainty in Mimi's mind, her doubts about those results. How she had palpated herself almost daily. Oh, this would be the ultimate 1-0 for baby.

I was nice to Damon when I was in his arms, not shying away from his hands that moved around my body. Damon had a scanner that he scanned products for. My scanner. Mariella was with Adam and Charles, who taught Mariella a lot about different birds. Mariella bought all the eggs. She felt that somewhere was fertilized, and they would go to the magic house for the incubator.

Mimosa was leading Shadow to that barn to eat those chicks, and when she took Mariella with her, she bought all those chicks and did not let Mimosa or Shadow eat one bit of them.

That brought back a memory that I thought I'd share with Damon.

"Damon," I said. I kept my voice normal.

I had just gotten that shed session memory shoved back into my coffin, so I needed distraction.

Damon nodded. He looked at me. 

"Did you know I bought an incubator, for birds, for eggs, when I went to Australia, that one time?"

Damon gazed at me and said, " No, I didn't. What did you do with it?"

This part of my story was embarrassing.

I said, "I hatched chicks from eggs: chickens, turkeys, peacocks, even ducks, and wild ducks and geese. Then I raised them, and they grew pretty fast in a couple of weeks. I had Mimo inside me. She wasn't so much free range then. Well anyway, I used to go running during the full moon 200 km away. There was a kind of desert."

I sighed as I remembered those days. Everything had been simpler, well not so easily but somehow simpler. I carried on with my story.

" I'd just about got them bred to where they could be out, and they were out. My lovely little feathered friends were all individuals. I was waiting to see what they would look like fully grown. But I never did see them fully grown, that is. For some strange reason, I got and changed form without a full moon, and then, I went and ate every single bird. And it wasn't even Mimosa when it was me."

Damon turned to look. His lips turned into a genuine smile.

He was clearly amused. "Oh really, Baby. Funny story, so you grew your organic food. What's wrong with that?"

I said, " But they had names, and I had pretty much grown them from eggs myself. I later tried to keep the chickens. Well, the smell of Mimosa or something panicked them, and they never made good eggs for me. Charles had to tend to them when you did that session for me at the hospital, and then, I went with Charles to the ranch and got a rush. Would you believe we made love 90% of the time on the beach? They were beautiful chickens and eggs were tasty but they did not do too many of those, too. I have llamas and alpacas but I have never touched them. My feline side is too prominent, but maybe someday. "

At that point, Damon burst out laughing out loud.

Damon said, "Well baby, you have still llamas and alpacas and I am making sure that Magic House will take good care of them, as well as your horses and other livestock, birds, well they will take those to live elsewhere. "

He chuckled. Still, for my story. Mariella turned to look and frowned as she came closer. Damon let go of me from his grip, gave my scanner back, and took Mariella under his arm.

They circled a few more birds and their parts, with Damon apparently teaching Mariella and then telling my whole embarrassing story because Mariella was laughing out loud, too. I was examining the peacock's feathers. As I walked on, I thought I'd have to look a little closer at what I was eating again. I had tried to eat my belly full and make my food as nutritious as possible, but it was a hit-and-miss game. I had no idea how perfect my concoctions would be and if this pain in my side was any indication, not perfect.

My stomach felt full, and I rubbed my ribs casually. I took different colored peacock feathers; they were always a good decorative element. I had looked online at quite a few different resin works and had developed an idea, if not two, of what to make. One idea was to take all the jewels and gemstones I had and embed them in clear resin or embed a peacock's feather on a table so that it looked like it was floating.

People were using everything from pinecones to pencils in those resin works and sometimes even pieces of metals too. The internet is truly a good source of inspiration. And all of those resin bowls and vases. I had no shortage of crystal vases, but as I had done my florist thing; I had gotten more and more creative with places to put on those flowery creations. it would not be too hard to get those machines to get those resin works in start.

Eventually, we got in the car after Damon had paid for everything. I had scanned quite a lot of stuff and gotten game birds and even young ones, also not plucked so little feather work before eating or then just eating that treat in feline form. I had been in the basement part of the wing, well it had been storage, but I had made it for myself to be a feline room.

I had gotten there some sturdy trees so could climb in my forms and play too. It would be a wonderful challenge for me to hang one of those birds in rope and down from the ceiling so I could jump in order to get it. I was thinking about all of this sort of plan when Adam deftly drove to the butcher. 

 It was the turn of the butcher, and there, the owner reminded me of a young Mel Gibson. Again, I had been to his place before, and he was a flea. His name was Gareth. I had usually had coffee with him, but not now, not when Salvatore had those syringes with him.