Twenty-two and pregnant

"This pie is divine, babe," Canyon told me with a mouthful of my signature blueberry pie. "To think that all this time I thought I didn't like blueberries."

"I'm so glad you like it. To think that I could've made you something you hated," I sighed and plopped down down in the chair across the table from him. "You've been working so hard lately. I feel like I've barely seen you." 

"Entropy, are you feeling neglected by me?" Canyon asked, sincerity in his eyes. 

"It isn't that..." I couldn't explain quite explain the feeling if being both happy to be with my mate but unsatisfied with little to do at home when I was so used to doing many things every day. 

Canyon got up and kneeled in front of me. He brought his mouth to mine and kissed me deeply. His tongue entangled with mine. Need pooled through my veins. I wanted to fuck my mate right here and right now. 

It's been about two months since I moved in, but he had been so busy that first month, we barely saw each other. 

When he finally had a day off, he took me on a run through the woods in our wolf form. There, in the middle of wilderness, we had sex. He told me he had been holding back, avoiding me even, to give me time to adjust. And man, did he fuck like an wolf who had been starved. 

It was dark by the time we returned that day. 

Now, in the kitchen of our home. I wanted to give in to my desires, but we had been in the middle of an important conversation. What was it again...? 

Canyon's supple lips had found my harden nipples and it was hard not to be distracted. 

It pained me to have to stop him, but I gently pushed his head from my breasts. 

"Canyon..."

"Entropy, do you not want to continue?" he said disappointedly. He look like a puppy who had just been denied a treat.

"No, I do, but I want to finush our conversation first." I took a deep breath, "I'm just feeling a little restless at home all the time."

Canyon hung his head. "I know, babe, I'm sorry. Until I become alpha it will be dangerous for you. I have plenty of enemies and I can't trust anyone."

I already knew this was the case, but hearing it aloud in his own words made my heart sink. I decided I would drop the matter for now. I didn't want to burden him further. 

Instead, I grabbed his face and pulled him to me. "Now let's finish what we started," I whispered. 

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I woke up to birds singing and a light breeze tickling me through the open windows. The sun was high in the sky. 

I was still thoroughly nude. Canyon sat on the edge of the bed on his boxers with his back to me, seemingly deep in thought. 

I admired the ripples of muscles on his back. I stared, memorizing him. There were red streaks where my fingernails had dug into his skin. That was when the wave of nausea hit me. 

I pushed away the covers trying not to get caught in the sheets as I sprinted to the bathroom. 

Falling to my knees, I heaved into the toilet. I could hear Canyon behind me, slamming open the door, his worried voice asking, "Are you okay? You're obviously sick. Let me call the doctor."

"Doctor?...I think I'm fine. Maybe just food poisoning?" I managed to say weakly. 

Canyon draped a bathrobe over my shoulders and gathered my hair up in one hand. With each other hand he gently stroked my back. 

"Don't worry, I've got the doctor on speed dial. She'll be here soon." 

I leaned back against Canyon who was now sitting on the bathroom floor with me. He kissed the top of my head and wrapped his arms around me. 

Never in my life had I felt so comforted. So loved. Even though I was feeling terrible physically, my heart felt so full.

Thirty minutes later the doorbell rang. 

The doctor that Canyon had spoken of was a startling young Chinese woman named Nova. She was beautiful and it seriously made me a bit self conscious. I had rarely ever met other Asians, much less someone so young and beautiful. 

I had managed to put on sweatpants and an oversized tee, but I knew I looked like a mess. My hair not yet combed, face barely washed...had I even brushed my teeeth?

"Let me feel your pulse. Hold out your wrist for me please." Nova's voice sounded like satin. 

I glanced at Canyon who nodded reassuringly. "Nova's practices and studies traditional Chinese medicine. She's the best."

I held out my wrist. Nova's slender and warm fingers pressed firmly on my skin. 

Several moments passed in silence. Nova's face was etched with concentration. She may have been taking my pulse by touching my wrist, but it was as if she was listening to my heartbeat. Like she could hear it. That was the expression she wore. I observed her, trying to figure out what bad news she'd have to tell. Had my time really come so soon after meeting my mate? I wasn't worried at first, but Canyon's overreaction did make me doubt the state of my health. 

She finally looked up and then smiled, "You're perfectly fine. You're just pregnant. Eight weeks along, to be exact. Congratulations!"