19. California Dreamin'

Mariella had wondered and pondered this situation for a while now and while they had been eating, it had been obvious that Mimi and Charles had gotten back together. It was somewhat disturbing to Mariella as she saw Damon as the protector of pregnancy time and also as Mimi's protector, but he had paid no attention to her.

She asked this as they had been in the shower and they were getting ready to go have a bite. "Damon, do you think it's right for Charles to do, well, your job? Yes, I know you have now kept your distance from Mimi, but that same slot, well, Charles, is now more or less the protector of Mimi's pregnancy. He weighs Mimi, feels the cubs and kittens, and makes sure she's eating right and enough. Helps her sleep. Decorates with Mimi. They do the puppy room together. It's the room you told her to have, but it's where the loving couple nest. Now Charles probably won't even leave Mimi for the birth, being there for her support and safety. They are fucking too. I have heard them during the nighttime. "

Damon looked at Mariella angrily.

He fucking knew what Mimi was up to. Her thoughts were coming through loud and clear enough. He tried to keep his distance from Mimi, if only because he didn't want to break her heart again. It had been so wonderful to hold Mimi, care for her, and let her sleep in his arms.

He had had to go away when he got Mimi's radar, otherwise, he would have been in the black hole again when Mimi wouldn't come and lie on top of him. He knew her feelings for him had been diluted and she might not have any feelings for him, so he just let go, even though it was the hardest and heartbreaking thing that he had ever done. 

He said irritably to Mariella. "Just leave the two of them alone. There's no need to interfere with them. No need, for you to get involved." 

He looked at Mariella with the expression that now he should forget about it and not come back to it again.

Mariella was once again confused and upset. This pack life is indeed like a soap opera. First, Mimi doesn't want to, even though Damon does. And then, when Mimi is in a better place, Damon doesn't get involved with a long stick and lets Charles do everything. Why on earth? She just did not get it not at all and she was so confused. 

Mariella looked at Damon and asked, " Why on earth? Now explain to me why. First, you want Mimi, and you do things; you try to make a connection, and when that connection becomes possible, you don't want it anymore. Why?"

Damon looked at his wife and said, "Just because. I will not explain it here. It is what it is. Mimi is a compulsory evil to get pregnant, so the rest of you reproduce just fine. Just leave Mimi and Charles alone. Let them be as they want."

Damon was even more irritated when he didn't want to think about the whole thing. His expression was almost enraged and Mariella kept her mouth shut but tried to think, Why? It seemed that it was her favorite question in this life.

Two murmured in Mariella's ear, " Fucking powerful telepath, you think Mimi's thoughts won't come through? We had had quite a broadcast now for several days as those lovers had been nesting."

Oh, sure. Damon was so damn jealous, and now he had heard, if for days, how Mimi and Charles were making a nest. Apparently, Damon had tried to fuck his brains out. She sighed in her mind and tried to think of the best way to move on. Then number two let her hear how Mimi and Charles had a good time. She was not sure if was it from the now or in the past, but as soon as she heard it she understood Damon. That little bitch needed to see who Damon really was. 

Mariella's voice cut through the air, filled with a mix of frustration and determination. "Damon, you are a jealous, possessive, alpha male, husband, father of puppies, telepath," she exclaimed.

The room was tense, with an undercurrent of anticipation. Mariella glanced around, her eyes taking in the dimly lit surroundings. Dust particles danced in the sunlight that streamed through the slightly cracked window, casting a soft golden glow on the worn wooden floors.

"It's about time we went to disrupt your plans a bit," she continued, her voice laced with determination.

The room seemed to hold its breath, as if waiting for something to happen. Mariella's gaze settled on Damon, her eyes challenging him.

"You see, it's time for Mimi to learn who you really are," she declared.

The sound of her words hung in the air, a palpable tension building.

"There she goes again, avoiding," Mariella muttered, her frustration evident.

The room felt heavy with unspoken emotions. Mariella's footsteps echoed softly as she paced back and forth, her mind racing.

"She's with Charles because he's safe, stable, calm, no flank," she mused.

The scent of uncertainty wafted through the room, mingling with the faint smell of freshly brewed coffee from the kitchen nearby.

Mariella paused, her voice tinged with a hint of bitterness. "No real discipline. The perfect caregiver for Mimi. The ideal man."

The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken truths. Damon's gaze met Mariella's, his eyes filled with a mix of understanding and resignation. The room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for his response. he had a knack for doing whatever Mariella wanted and as she wanted him to take control over Mimi well he was willing to try.

"Fine, let's go then," he finally said, his voice steady.

The room exhaled, tension dissipating ever so slightly. Mariella's heart raced, a mixture of relief and anticipation coursing through her veins.

"But I don't see that making such a terrible difference right now," Damon added, his voice laced with a touch of skepticism.

The room seemed to hold its breath once more, uncertainty lingering in the air.

They quickly got dressed, the sound of clothes rustling filling the room. The cool water from the shower had left a refreshing tingle on their skin. Mariella's fingers brushed against the fabric of the clothes that number one had chosen, a mix of excitement and apprehension swirling within her. She had been nice as number one had carefully put her hair up, the sensation of the strands being gathered and secured sending a shiver down her spine. Maybe in time, number two would learn to tolerate buns as well.

As they made their way to find Mimi and Charles, the anticipation hung in the air, almost tangible. The sound of their footsteps echoed through the hallway, each step bringing them closer to their destination. They were on the third floor trying to find where in hell she was. Damon's heightened senses let him feel Mimi, a faint energy guiding them. He murmured an incantation, the words barely audible, and the one room seemed to respond.

A door revealed itself, the hinges creaking slightly as it swung open. The room beyond was bathed in a soft, warm light. The room seemed normal, like any other room, but there was another door in the back wall. He opened the door and there was a whole corridor and several rooms. Damon's eyebrows furrowed in mild annoyance, the secret passage feeling almost like an intrusion.

As they walked down that corridor, one door was slightly ajar. He could smell her in there. So they stepped into that room. But the biggest surprise awaited them inside. The room was high, and the ceiling was about over three meters. There were enormous windows with no curtains and they could see that there were no curtain rods but little clips where to put the curtain.

Mimi stood alone, perched precariously on top of a wobbly dresser. there was a little stool on top of that dresser and Mimi stood that, trying to reach those clips to hang the heavy curtains that she had in her hands. She wobbled slightly, her feet moving, and it looked like she was about to fall.

She was halfway pregnant already, and this was not something that Damon would ever allow Mariela or wolves to do when pregnant. It was time to see if Damon wanted to take control of the situation. Mariella's heart skipped a beat, her breath catching in her throat. The room seemed to hold its breath; the anticipation reaching its peak. She wobbled again, not noticing that they had come into that room.

Damon approached Mimi with careful steps, his movements almost graceful. The antique dresser creaked under Mimi's weight, adding an extra layer of tension to the scene. Mariella took shallow breaths, each one mirroring the precariousness of Mimi's position. The little stool moved slightly, almost sliding away from that dresser. Mariella had no courage to see in the future if Mimi would fall. The room seemed to sway, as if holding its breath in unison with Mariella.

I was hanging the curtains when the Salvatore trio came over. Fine, I'm not with Charles all the time. Hormonal wolves are what they are. He can't help me all the time when Adam can't fuck both wolves as much as they need, so there is a demand for Charles as well. But I didn't mind. 

Now, I was three weeks pregnant, and I was already a little full. I was halfway there. The puppies liked the bump, and I sipped it now and then. I had made my slushes still, as they were nutritious and good for me. Charles had left me a rough estimate of what I should weigh each morning. I didn't feel like weighing myself.

It was good to get these curtains hung so I could get a couple of rooms carpeted. My lovely rugs from my road trip. Very special and lovely. Fucking freaking stool because it was just low enough that I could almost stand on my toes the whole time. This goddamn dresser was so slippery that my stool moved and I had to try to be in some sort of balance on top of this.

These curtains were heavy but beautiful, These were also from India. Their multicolored warm patterns would brighten up this room. These rooms were so high and I just did not have in here long ladders to climb to get these curtains on. This room would be a wonderful little nest.

Suddenly, strong hands grabbed me around the waist, and Damon murmured to my ear, keeping me standing, " Don't push yourself so hard. Fine, missy, it looks like you're going to need a bit of supervision before you learn what I will and will not allow a pregnant female to do." He lifted me to the floor, feeling my expanding girth as I was halfway, and he smiled slightly, but his eyes remained cold. 

Mariella spoke, her voice a little amused now, she said, "That's the thing about Mimi, that during the pregnancy, he's going to give you a lot of flanks in time and can even put you to sleep and feed you if you need to. So it's worth thinking about the activities."

Damon said, " OK, let's do it this way: first, we'll go through this area and look at these rooms, and then, baby, we'll decorate together, and you can show me where you fish all this stuff out of. I could have sworn you had some special carpets from your road trip to India in reserve. Like these curtains, they are from India as well? Let's see how this pack decorates together."

I sighed and let Damon lead me down the hall. I did not want or need any flanks and I could see from his expression that flanks were coming if I did not behave at all.

Two had hung the curtains with magic, and Mariella was gazing around every room. Again, it didn't take, but half an hour. Then Adam, Charles, and the wolves were in tow. The walls began to fall again. They dismantled the room that had secured my corridor and a few more walls as well.

Damon kept me on his side for five minutes and stroked my ribs now and then. The little ones were having a great time with such a wonderful daddy who let them yank on his energies, no matter how much. They were quite eager for petty thieves. 

Mariella watched my puppies for an hour and then said, "Damon, are you really going to let the puppies take all your energy?"

Damon started cursing and covered his tanks. My cubs were quite disappointed in him, but as he threatened to flank, then they settled down. 

I had to show him the carpets and my storage. Damon was silent as he looked at my storage. It wasn't even in the same house. It was in our California girl's mansion, although Damon announced rather coldly that the mansion was being destroyed. He had the witches of the magic house clear it out and check for any poisons or anything else. Mariella had found so much stuff from our mansion that she wanted to be moved, and I was not asked if I had any opinion.

After my storage had been looted and moved, precious rugs had been moved to safety and those weren't going to the floors, he focused on helping Mariella decorate a few rooms. But I soon noticed that when he was around and being the protector of pregnancy, that was the end of my freedom.

I was very nice and calm because Mariella wasn't lying about the flanks. This one was doing the flanking me without a care in the world. This is what it says: when you're pregnant, you can't live. You have to just kind of sit on the couch and watch. I had three weeks to go, and I was able to do stuff yet, but not with this one.

I don't see what's wrong with putting rugs on the floor. I don't. And this one comes and before you know it, he gives you a flank right away, strong enough to make you take a nap. After I woke up in bed, covered up, I knew that Fine, then, don't do that kind of work. I left everyone else to decorate and went to a flea job. I also had the dark web here, and we had our own place to talk. This was easy. All I did was sit and type if needed, with no physical effort. 

Plus, you could get gossip there. This was one of the long jobs: go to the dark web, look for gossip, write it down, and then, when you have a proper list, see if any of it is true. It was worth it because we had already uncovered five underground bunkers this way. It took a little bit of my focus and I might have skipped a meal or a few, but then again; I was in good shape so it was not a big deal. Or so I thought.

But I wasn't allowed to do that either. The last thing I remember was when I was trying to confirm these rumors, and Damon came into the room. He did not say anything and then nothing.

Mariella was fucking proud of Damon. He'd taken Mimi down well and wasn't afraid to flank her. Showed for once in his life that he was in charge of what Mimi did. And Mimi defied him. Mimi had now left them to decorate when she was four weeks pregnant, and Mariella had gotten a radar.

For a week, no one paid any attention to Miss, and by the time Damon figured out where Miss was, she had been doing flea jobs all week, eating now and then. She had skipped meals and had been clued to her to work, making cubs distressed. She had a few weeks left to be pregnant, and it was not good to stress cubs and not to eat. Damon had worked, and now Mimi was in the medbay being anesthetized and fed.

Mariella was so fucking happy with the way things were. There were downsides to that. If Mimi was under control, so were she and Shadow. Shadow was qualified to take flank shots and naps when she wouldn't listen to Damon at all. She was very difficult, and she was stubborn and she was also very much asleep. This was a fucking good job. Thinking about the future, as long as Damon keeps going, there is no problem for anyone. Maybe things would get in better shape and it might do good for the relationship between Mimi and Damon, too. 

But then they had a crisis. Somehow, Charles had sired Mimi. There were only three embryos, and Damon destroyed them. He had sensed them and they had been easy to destroy. Mimi wouldn't know anything, but he gave Charles a sense of what it felt like to extinguish those three lives.

Charles and Adam were sterilized by magic and still wouldn't know if Damon would ever let them reproduce. Charles and Adam, who had been in on this in a way, were banished to a Pennsylvania mansion with Damon's will balls teaching to them in their minds. They had not meant for this to happen. Not for real, even if it had been Charles's dream to have cubs with Mimi someday. They would be there until Mimi gave birth.

Damon was furious and let Mimi wake up, explained it all to her, took Mariella, and went to unload. Mimi had been asleep for a week. He could not cope otherwise. He needed to unload with rough sex with Mariella and now Mimi was left all alone to cope with her ever-growing girth and progressing pregnancy. 

I woke up, and Damon told me everything. Wow, that's great. I didn't mourn those embryos because I was pretty fucking full. Mimosa had her radar, and I was six weeks full. And it showed. Damon said the puppies were big. There might not have been that many of them, and he was planning a birthing. I didn't start arguing against it because the whole Charles thing had gotten this into a pretty interesting mode now, and I didn't want to test what it was capable of.

I moved out of the medbay into one of the rooms that I had put ready and I also put my cub room ready slowly and easily. Not that there was any more flank danger, but I was just quite full and it was not so easy for me to work and do stuff. But I had time, and I knew I should not be disappointed, but still...

I got so full that not everything was quite working, and the food was mostly liquid. The bump went down, though, and the kittens seemed to like that too. Damon kept going around every couple of days or went to tend to the wolves, but left me alone.

Like I said, there was no flank danger and when I walked past one room where Shadow was again sleeping covered up, the strange feeling of jealousy was in my mind. I felt somehow abandoned, and I was, of course, feeling hormonal too as this was actually my second time making cubs in a pack and I could not help to feel lonely and insecure. 

Was it still the case that when Charles sired me, I became somehow, I don't know, unwanted? Was I somehow marked? Had that thing made me tainted in Damon's eyes and there was no support for me? I continued my peaceful life with my ever-growing girth. When I had a week left, well, let's just say I didn't move around much.

I was lying in bed most of the time and drinking my food, not that I was going down in crazy amounts now, either. I teleported wearily into the kitchen and tried to get my nutrition before going back to bed. I was tired all the time, and I slept a lot. Cubs were sucking my energy, and it took a lot out of my body to grow them. I felt, yes, how big the puppies were inside me, and these were active. These were moving and stirring.

My breasts started producing milk a week early so I could watch TV and pump a couple of times a day to empty my breasts. That is when I was awake. Then, Adam and Charles could return after I had two days left, but neither came to me. Mimosa told me they fucked them here with Shadow.

I made a lot of milk and I told a lot of things that I had to struggle with to Damon, but there had been no response and I guess he did not care or he did not listen. I had not yet gotten any connection with number two, so that was a no-go either. Somehow telling my problems to Mariella did not seem right as she was another female, somehow almost a competitor, not a savior.

Story of my life. First, Damon watches me like a hawk, and I start to trust someone to monitor me. Then there's a breeding crisis; again, I'm left alone. You can't help it when you have to fend for yourself. That's the way it is.

Now if someone would come at me and tell me how wonderful it is to live in a pack, I might tell them to fuck off straight away? I was getting now pissed off, and it was not ideal as cubs were very sensitive to our feelings. So it was yet another thing to control. 

Eating what I can as a liquid, I don't know if I'm anywhere near right, and now I asked. I just didn't get an answer to any of my questions. I had told Salvatore every little problem that I had and no answer, so no support for me. I felt the false burns well before the official ones and decided that I would give birth in human form because it would be easier for me to push the puppies out as my cunt was bigger in human form, and these were big puppies. And I would have my hands dry and help the cubs to eat.