27: THIRD TRIMESTER

"Where the fuck is my phone?" Marisol sighed frustratedly as she looked in the couch. Grey came down the stairs quickly after the completion of a meeting.

"What is wrong?"

"I can't find my phone."

"Babe," he said, grabbing her hand. "It's literally in your hand."

She looked at her hand, and surely enough, saw her phone. He thought she would be relieved, but instead, tears welled up in her eyes.

"I'm so stupid. H-how could I forget–"

"Come here, come here," he said, pulling her into an embrace. "It's okay. It was just an accident."

"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry."

"Marisol, it's okay."

As she cried into his arms, he smiled to himself, shaking his head. Her emotions had been all over the place lately, but he tried to be as understanding as possible. She was carrying three little lycans. She was also much bigger than last week, which they were told was perfectly normal.

Her back was leaned and her hand was always on her side to support herself. The backspin was crazy, but there were great moments of being uncomfortably pregnant. Greyson got her that pregnancy pillow, and it helped a lot with sleeping as she couldn't sleep on her stomach or back anymore.

Dr. Meredith wanted her to carry the triplets as close to forty weeks as she could. She told the couple that most likely, Marisol would go into labor before their scheduled C-section, which was on November 30th.

"It's a nice autumn day. Would you like to have a barbecue with the pack?"

She nodded through her tears. "Yeah, that'd be nice."

It only took an hour for the entire pack to gather and begin cooking on the grill. It was early September now. It wasn't as hot as the summer months, and she was so thankful. She was always so warm lately.

Greyson held her hand as she wobbled outside. He laid out a blanket and helped her sit before telling her he had to go help cook the burgers. She smiled at him as he left and smiled at a few women who came to sit with her. She had to admit, she thought the pack wouldn't be as accepting with someone like her as Luna, but they were all nice to her.

"How are you feeling, Luna?" Claire, a young woman from the pack, sat down on the blanket with her newborn.

"I'm okay. Actually, I'm so uncomfortable," she admitted.

"I know it sucks the closer you get to labor, but don't worry, as soon as you have them you're going to forget all the pain. How far along are you?"

"I'm 28 weeks now."

"You look great!"

"Thank you," she smiled. She looked down at the little baby wrapped in her blanket. Marisol gently brushed her tiny hand. "She's beautiful, Claire. Has she been sleeping through the night?"

"No, not at all. Ashton and I are exhausted, but we couldn't turn down a good burger. We'll probably leave soon." Claire watched as Marisol stared down at her baby girl in her arms. She chuckled softly. "Would you like to hold her?"

"Oh, no, it's okay–"

"You won't hurt her, I promise. It would be good practice."

"What if she cries?"

"She might," Claire responded with a small laugh. "That's what babies do, but that doesn't mean you're doing anything wrong. If it makes you feel better, your babies will have a special connection with you and Greyson."

"Oh thank goodness, I'm so nervous."

"We were too. But after you almost drop them a few times, your nerves tend to ease." Marisol laughed with Claire as she gently eased the baby into her arms. The little girl shuffled but went right back to sleep. "What a natural."

"Have you decided on a name?"

"We like Marigold."

Marisol looked at Claire with a funny look.

"Too close to your name?"

"I like it," the Luna responded. "Marigold is beautiful."

"What about you and Alpha? Have you chosen any baby names?"

"No, we can't agree. I'm starting to think we may just need to call them Thing 1, 2, and 3."

As Marisol concluded, Marigold begin whimpering in her arms. Claire took her daughter and went into the baby bag. "She's probably getting hungry. Do you mind if I breastfeed here?"

"No, not at all. Feed that baby." Marisol felt something wet on her chest, and she looked down, seeing two wet spots near her nipples.

Claire laughed apologizing. "I think you're lactating."

"Oh, great," she said sarcastically. "When does it stop?"

"When you finish breastfeeding."

"Will you excuse me? I need to go change."

"Of course, Luna."

Marisol wobbled to her left and then right, but struggled getting to her feet. As she saw Nolan standing a few meters away, she called out to him. "Hey Nolan! Could you do me a solid and help me up?"

He grinned as he walked over, pulling her to her feet. "Better?"

"Much. Can you tell Greyson I went to go change?"

He nodded, and she slowly walked back into the house and up to their room. As she pulled the sundress over her head, she felt a sharp cramp in her stomach. She leaned over, grabbing her stomach. It felt like period cramps.

"Oh fuck," she whispered. These were Braxton Hicks. It was too soon to go into labor, and they were too mild. But they did hurt. She wobbled to her bed, leaning over the edge, breathing through the pain.

When it subsided, she walked back outside and sat down. Greyson handed her a burger and chips and sat down beside her with a few other guards from their pack. Once she was finished, she started to get up.

"Where are you going?"

"To throw my plate away."

"I'll do it." As he stood up someone yelled that they should play a game of American Football. Greyson agreed, throwing the plate away. He helped Marisol to her feet and picked up the blanket to move her closer to where they would be playing.

Abigail sat next to her as some pack members kicked off. Greyson was the quarterback while Nolan rushed the play down the field. They played full-contact football, which she was stoked about, but realized that it was perfectly safe for them.

About twenty minutes in, Grey must have gotten hot and took off his shirt. She literally could feel her panties moistened from the sight of his sweaty chest and chiseled abs. Her eyes never left his frame. His arm stretched out, revealing his muscular biceps as he threw the football down the field.

God damn! That was hers. He was hers.

"Marisol?"

"Huh?"

Claire and Abigail laughed. "We asked if you want your kids to go to college."

"Oh come on, Abigail, she was too focused on her mate to listen to us."

"Well, look at him! He's gorgeous. Wait, don't look at him."

Abigail and Claire shared a familiar look. "I know that feeling," Claire said. "During my third trimester, I was horny all the time. Poor Ashton. I'm sure if you told Grey, he'd stop playing."

"But he's having fun," she said.

"Believe me; he'd have way more fun with you."

He looked at her then and winked, which sent her ovaries into overdrive. She finessed her way to her feet and marched onto the field where everyone immediately stopped playing. Hitting a pregnant Luna with a football or tackling a pregnant Luna was not a good idea.

"Are you okay?"

She nodded at Grey, grabbing his hand. "Could you come with me for a second? I just have to talk to you about something."

"Of course– hey, Ashton! Take my spot."

As soon as they entered the packhouse, she attempted to push him against the door, kissing him soundly while her hands found his belt.

He smiled against her lips. "Marisol?"

"These pregnancy hormones have me all horny. Wanna have sex?" Her lips gently maneuvered down his neck, sucking greedily against his skin. She pulled away when he didn't answer. She could slap herself. "Oh, god, I'm sorry. You're a virgin. This shouldn't be how you lose it. I should have thought–"

"Yes."

"What?"

"YES!"

She watched confused as he opened the door and waited. Nolan walked up the porch. "You wanted me?"

"Make sure no one enters this house."

"What why?" Nolan looked passed him and to Marisol who looked like she wanted to eat him alive. He laughed. "It's about fucking time, but damn, Irabella's gonna win."

"Win what?"

Nolan just shut the door again with a knowing smirk. Grey turned back to Marisol, and for a second, neither moved. Marisol held out her hand, and he took it, practically pulling her through the living room. Her shoes fell off on the floor, his tie came off on the couch, and somehow he got her bra off even before he dragged her to their bedroom door.

"Wow," she heaved out as her back hit the bed.

"That was–"

"Yeah," she chuckled. "Are you sure that was your first time?"

"Of course, it was."

"Kudos to you. Really. Brilliantly done. That thing you did with your tongue? Save that. It was my first time too."

"Marisol, you told me you weren't a virgin."

She grinned, getting out of bed. "I wasn't talking about sex." She walked into their bathroom stark -ass naked and turned on the shower. She could feel his seed slowly drip down her thighs, and it wasn't exactly comfortable. It was hot as fuck, though.

"Are you taking a shower?"

"Yes," she yelled back to him. "Why?"

He scratched the back of his head, watching her. "I mean, the pack is still outside...and I'm still hard..."

She pursed her lips for a second before turning off the shower and going back to their bedroom. She winked. "Wanna do it on the floor?"

"Of fucking course," he responded like a kid in a candy shop as he jumped out of bed – literally.

❥

She was sore as she walked downstairs with Grey. Most of their friends were already waiting in the living room. Marisol paled as Grey's mother, lifted her satin bra off the couch. "Pay up."

"Huh?" Marisol asked, confused. Everyone in the room took out their wallets, and Nolan grumbled as he handed her money. "Wait, you bet on our–"

"I said you'd jump each other once you found out you were pregnant," Abigail said. "I lost."

"Yeah, and I said you'd have sex months after having the babies," Nolan grumbled.

"Some others said times in between, but I said you'd have sex at month seven," Irabella commented.

Marisol blushed, hiding her face in her hands.

To clarify confusion, they DID have sex, finally. I usually write love scenes, but I just felt like a long-ass love scene wouldn't fit in this book. Some of my Patrons really want a love scene so if I ever write one I will definitely post it here too. Let me know if you want one!

Now I know there has been a little drama here and there but ultimately I want this to be a HAPPY AND FUNNY BOOK. This is why in future chapters you may feel like all the war and fighting stuff is anti-climatic. I want this book to focus on their relationship, pregnancy, and birth.

How are all of you doing? I hear if I got into Georgetown on the first, so that's exciting but there's no way I got in. I'm still not working and my county is still in red at the moment. I live in a state where people are literally protesting masks and the quarantine at the capitol with guns– ridiculous if you ask me.