16 - Chapter Sixteen - Leno's Point Of View.
Losing sight of my feet made me pretty angry. I felt like a whale. There
was no way around how I felt, Diego had tried to make me look on the
brighter side. Let's face it though, I was grumpy. Diego understood this
and tried to make things much easier for me. My father was around me
now more often than not. Something about being so close to a due
date that was set. As it was Diego was protective enough.
At the moment Diego wasn't home so I was breaking all the rules he
had set out.
- No going up or down the stairs by myself.
-No heavy housework.
-No showering without assistance.
-No constant unnecessary moving around.
There was a whack of other rules as well that I just always ignored.
Diego had gone overboard with all of his rules. But I knew he meant
well. He was just crazy with his rules and all that but I knew he wasn't
trying to be controlling. He was just trying to protect me and his pup
and that was kind of comforting. I liked that he cared enough about me
and the pup.
Getting out of the shower I dried off and walked to our shared
bedroom, carefully laying back on the bed I just relaxed there. The
sheets felt good on my warm skin. Hearing footsteps coming up the
stairs told me Diego was home from his meeting with the council. The
towel was still covering my lower half, which was also some of the baby
bump.
"I knew you were up here.â
"Mmm, I needed a shower."
âYou keep breaking my rules Leno and you're going to push yourself
into labour, the last thing you need is to be alone and stuck upstairs or
worse, on the darn stairs.â
This was the same thing he whined about every time I went up the
stairs without help. I had long learned to tune out this rant.
"And you are not listening anymore, nice.â
"Sorry."
I felt guilty.
Sitting down at the dinner table I was slightly pissed. Diego had gone
out to help the alpha and he was supposed to be back by dinner. I ate
my dinner and waited for him to come back thinking he was just a bit
late. That was long ago. About two and a half hours ago. His dinner was
for sure cold as ice now. Leaving the table I took his dinner and covered
it with plastic wrap before slipping it into the microwave. After angrily
washing the dishes I left the kitchen. I haven't quite decided whether to
sleep or watch tv. Remembering what Diego had said earlier in the
evening I sat up for an extra few hours and waited.
When I started to fall asleep I knew it was time for me to go to bed.
Stomping up the stairs I went to the bedroom and changed into some
bed clothing and laid on the bed after washing my face and brushing
my teeth. Heartburn set in slowly after that. I was in quite some
discomfort and Diego still was not home. The only place I knew there
were the means of relief was the pills. Those were back downstairs in
the hall bathroom cupboard. I got out of the bed and went to start my
descent down the stairs when I felt a light pressure in my stomach and
a bit more uncomfortableness followed.
Making halfway down the stairs the pressure got much more
uncomfortable and I carefully sat down. I was terrified that I was in
labour on the stairs. The only thing was...
Oh My God. Diego was right.