20: Second Trimester

SIXTEEN  WEEKS ALONG

Marisol felt great. No more morning sickness. No more nausea. It was great. She sat up and stretched, smiling as she felt Grey lying next to her. She was sixteen weeks pregnant now, and while she had a small baby bump, she wasn't showing much unless she wore fitted clothing. She knew that once she started showing, it wouldn't take long for her to blow up like a balloon.

She groaned softly, having to use the bathroom. She heard Tala shuffle from the floor and come to her air. Tala now always followed her regardless of where she went. Marisol didn't speak as they went into the bathroom.

Once she no longer felt like her bladder would explode, she decided to take a shower. Tala whimpered but laid down on the carpet just outside the shower. She got undressed and got into the shower, relieved from the hot water. She ran a hand over her stomach and smiled to herself. She just felt...different. Better. More lively.

She conditioned and shampooed her hair and then cleaned her body. Once she felt satisfied and smelled like strawberries, she got out and wrapped a towel around herself. Tala moved out of her way as she walked out of the bathroom. Their bedroom door knocked and she opened it, only wrapped in a towel.

"Marisol, girl–"

Brad stopped talking as his eyes went to bed, where a shirtless Grey laid. Brad didn't mean to, he knew it was a violation of privacy, but it was so large.

"What?" She asked, noticing him stop.

"Grey has a bad case of morning wood. You might want to handle that."

"What!" She paled. She didn't realize. "Are you looking at it?"

"Well, how could I not. If you could see, you'd look too!"

"Stop looking!" She shrieked, shutting the door in his face.

Brad chuckled, facing the hard, wooden door. Ha. Wooden. "So, like, I guess you aren't ready then?"

"Sorry."

She turned around, hearing Grey's voice. "F-for what?"

"I usually lay on my stomach to hide it."

She twiddled with her thumbs, blushing softly. "Why hide it? Getting hard is normal."

"I know, Marisol. It's just it's easier for me to ignore it."

"Why ignore it?"

He laughed, standing up. He walked towards her and wrapped his arm around her waist, lifting her to her tiptoes to kiss her. "I usually masturbate when you aren't around."

"Maybe I want to watch?"

She could hear him groan and then growl. He didn't say anything but he let go of her and must have fallen on the bed. She crossed her arms and walked toward the bed. "Greyson, we are a couple now. You are my boyfriend. My mate. If you're horny, just tell me. I'm not a virgin, so I'm not iffy about this."

"You're saying you'll sleep with me?"

She laughed at how his voice perked up. "Yes. Well, usually. I'm horny a lot, too, especially around you. Just tell me, and we can handle it together."

Before he could respond, someone knocked on their door. This time she didn't open it.

"There was a fight on the training fields, Grey. "

She recognized Nolan's voice immediately. She looked back to the bed, listening as Grey got up and apparently got dressed. He came to her and kissed her head. "We will return to this conversation later."

"A fight?"

"Yeah," he sighed. "Sometimes, things get out of hand. I'll be back soon."

"Do you want me to come with you?"

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay," she said, smiling. "I want to see you in action, Alpha."

"You're a minx." He pulled her closer to him, sniffing her hair.

"But I'm yours."

"Damn right," he said, slapping her ass. She squealed, laughing into his chest. "What do you want to wear today?"

"Is it warm out?"

"It's scorching outside."

"You're always hot. Is it my warm or your warm outside?"

"It's 80 degrees out."

She hummed. "Oh," she said excitedly. "Can we wear matching outfits that would be so cute! I think I have something that would match one of your button-ups."

"You're adorable," he commented, walking away. She sat back down on the bed, petting Tala, waiting for him to return. He did after a short time and they both got dressed. He told her he picked out a navy blue sundress with black sandals that matched his dark pants and dark blue shirt.

He helped her outside and Tala followed closely by Marisol. She could hear screaming from deep voices followed by loud grunts. She could tell there was a crowd around her. He walked her somewhere and stopped suddenly.

"Stay here with Abigail. I'll be right back," Grey said. She couldn't respond before he took off.

"What's the fight about?"

"Some pups got into it. Apparently when they were sparring someone hit below the belt, and the other was not happy about that."

"And this is Grey's responsibility? What about their parents?"

"It's a training session. Anything that happens now is the responsibility of Grey."

Marisol hummed and listened to the chaos around her. She could hear a deep growl that she recognized as Greyson, but it was quickly drowned out by everyone else shouting. After a while, Grey returned, clearly aggravated. He grabbed Marisol's hand, pulling her away from the scene.

"Is everything okay?"

"It's ridiculous. This entire fight was trivial."

She could hear the frustration in his voice as he led her back up the porch steps and inside. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault."

"I know, but I can't...I can't help and all the stress is on you."

"Your job," he said, turning to her, placing his hand on her stomach. "Is to carry our pups. You don't need to deal with all this bullshit."

Grabbing his hand, she smiled. "Do you have paperwork to do?"

"Of course."

"Can I spend the day in your office with you?"

"Of course," he repeated, wrapping his arm around her waist again.

As Marisol sat on the couch next to his desk, she could feel his frustration seep through him. She didn't know what he was doing, but she enjoyed being in his presence. She longed for his attention nowadays. She sat up, hearing the door open.

"Alpha Brax wants to make another meeting."

"Figure it out, Nolan," he said. "I don't care when, just make sure everyone is thoroughly checked before entering our territory."

Nolan left quietly after Grey snapped at him. She listened for the door to close before standing up. She walked behind his chair and gently massaged his shoulders. "You're stressed."

He didn't respond. She pulled away and pulled his chair away from the desk. "I have to work," he said.

"Then work," she responded, kneeling between his legs.

"Marisol–"

"Greyson," she whispered with a teasing grin. She ran her hands over the seam of his pants and enjoyed how frazzled he became from her touch. He groaned, but attempted to work on his pack finances. She could feel him grow beneath his pants and she felt a swell of pride. She was glad he was attracted to her.

She leaned forward and ran her young over the fabric. She felt his member twitch from excitement and she smiled. Feeling his head dampen his pants, she unbuttoned them and slid down the zipper.

"Can I taste you?" She made sure her voice was soft and enticing.

He could barely bark out a yes before he stood up and pulled his boxers and pants down. He sat back down, and she gently kissed up his thoughts, rubbing her nails over his skin. He smelled like his body wash. As there was a knock on the door, he gawked, clearing his throat. "What?"

"Hey, Nolan wanted me to tell you that the latest waiver came in the mail–"

"Alright, Abigail," he stuttered as Marisol gently took him in her mouth. He could barely contain himself and hold a steady conversation. She was so soft, so warm, so...talented. Her tongue gently swirled around his head while her hand stroked him confidently. She led her tongue down him again, making his legs shake.

"Are you okay? You sound...sick," Abigail said through the door.

"I'm fine! Leave, please!"

He could hear her mumble something but didn't care as Marisol continued to pleasure him. Suddenly, his stomach tightened and he grabbed her hair, fisting it. He navigated her head down his cock, feeling him hit the back of her throat. "Stop," he panted. "I'm going to–"

Instead of pulling off, she swallowed as much of his largeness as she could and waited. His cock twitched as it gave her all of his seed. She could feel his essence cover the back of her throat. She pulled away and wiped her lips, standing up. She gave him a second before pulling him to his feet, pulling up his pants, and sitting him back down in his chair.

"Now, you can work with a little less stress."

❥

"Many packs have aligned behind you. That is good."

Greyson nodded as he brought his cup to his lips. "Yes. It is in the event we go into active war."

"Well, isn't that the plan?"

Grey looked away from his mother to his mate, who was lying on the couch. She suddenly sat up, holding her stomach.

"Marisol?" He asked, sitting down beside her. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," she whispered. " Just got a little light-headed."

"Do you want to go to bed?"

"No, I'm okay."

"Oh, Marisol!" She looked up, hearing Irabella's voice. "I was thinking, maybe tomorrow we can go shopping, and we could invite your parents! After all, we still haven't met them."

"Oh," she trailed off. "Well, I will ask them," she lied with a small smile. She grabbed Grey's hand. "You know what? I am a little tired. I think I'm going to go lay down."

She stood up, ensuring to Grey that she was fine. She went upstairs and fell on her bed, sighing. She texted Brad.

❥

"Well, what are you gonna do?"

Marisol sighed, taking the hotdog from the vendor. This morning she had gone to work as usual, but she was able to distance herself from her guards for a little for lunch with Brad. "I don't know."

"Tell them that you have an abusive psycho dad that hit you so hard you went blind."

"That's not exactly true," she sighed. "And I don't know. I don't want to. I want to be normal for once in my life."

"You're pregnant with an Alpha werewolf's kids. That never gonna happen."

"Ugh, what should I do?"

"Honestly? I think you should tell Grey. I think he could help with a lot of your anxiety. I also think he has opened up to you about his life, so maybe you could consider doing the same. But I think healing isn't linear. You need to do what is best for you." He chuckled. "Abigail and Nolan are getting antsy. Let's get back."

Marisol was busy typing on her laptop as her phone rung. She ignored it, continuing her brief report. After it ended, it rang again, and she sighed. She asked Nolan to read the name, but it had no caller ID. She hung up again, continuing to work. When it rang for the third time, she relented and answered.

"This is Marisol Evergreen, Esquire. How can I help you?"

"Hello, Ms. Evergreen. I'm calling from Evangelical Hospital on behalf of Samantha Evergreen. You are her emergency contact. She's taken a pretty bad fall and broke her arm. She says that her husband is unable to escort her home. Are you able to come in?"

Marisol stopped immediately. She felt herself get sick. Her mom didn't fall. It was never her mom's fault. She had to get there, but she didn't want her wolves to follow. She knew, however, that she would never be able to get away. "Yes, I'll be there shortly."

"Your mother is hurt?" Abigail asked.

She nodded, standing up, grabbing her purse. "Do you mind driving me?"

Marisol walked as fast as she could into the emergency room to the desk where the nurse sat. "H-hi. I'm Marisol Evergreen. I'm the daughter of Samantha."

"Ah, yes. She's in the emergency bay. Her arm had X-rays, and she's on pain meds, but she is ready to go after filling out some paperwork. Right this way, miss."

She followed quickly with Tala, Nolan, and Abigail. They were led somewhere that was super busy.

"Marisol?"

"Ma," she sighed softly. "Can you hug me? I don't know where you are."

Samantha stood and pulled her into her arms. "I'm so glad to see you." Her eyes landed on the people behind her. "Who are your friends?"

"Uh, this is Nolan and Abigail. They're friends of Grey's."

"Grey?"

Nolan and Abigail shared a look. Her mother didn't know who he was.

"He's my boyfriend, mom."

"You have a boyfriend!? You never told me!"

"I know I've just been busy. Let's get you into the car, okay?"

UNEDITED.