Bonnie After not feeling well for a few days, I was starting to get a little worried. Werewolves don't generally get ill, but here I was constantly tired. I was sick in the mornings and my appetite was all over the place and yet, I still didn't put the pieces together, but Nick's mom did. Earlier today, while the guys were down in the cells, she came to see me. Nick had gone to her worried about me and, because so far I had refused to see a doctor, he had asked her to come and see me, hoping that maybe he could figure out what was wrong with me. Of course, within minutes of me telling her what was wrong, she had worked it out all while a massive smile appeared on her face. The moment she told me that she was certain that I was pregnant, I wanted to pass out. Of course, looking back now, I realize that the symptoms were all there screaming in my face, but for some reason, I had missed them all. I generally hadn't even thought about the possibility that I could be pregnant, which was stupid considering me and Nick haven't used any form of contraception since we started having sex. Now that I know the truth, I realize it's because, underneath, all I've ever wanted is a family of my own. The unconditional love that comes from having children, but after the way my life turned out and what I came to think about myself, I had gotten to a point where I had accepted that it would never happen to me, so the news that I am infarct pregnant is a massive shock, a good shock but a shock nonetheless. After I got over the shock of her words and insisted that I wanted to know for sure before I told Nick, she marched me to the bathroom with a pregnancy test that she just so happened to have to hand and then willingly stayed with me while I waited for the result. Boy, was that the longest three minutes of my entire life. Even while I waited for the results, I still told myself that they would be negative. After my initial shock at her words, I realized that more than anything, I wanted those results to be positive, so to try and keep myself prepared for unwanted news, I told myself that they wouldn't be the results that I wanted and then cried like a baby when they were infarct the ones that I wanted. Once I managed to get my excitement under control, I went in search of Nick. I knew that they were out of the cells, so I assumed he was in his office and while I would have liked to have found a cute way of telling him, with everything that had been going on lately, I decided to just go and tell him today. I didn't want to wait. Only once I got to the office and saw how exhausted my mate looked our chat remained on what was happening and, instead of telling him the news, I ended up falling asleep on him and waking up in our bed hours later.... .... As soon as I open my eyes, I pick up a scent that isn't my mate's and instantly sit up in the bed only to find Lottie sitting on the couch over by the fireplace. "Hey, sweetheart. "Are you OK?" She nods, giving me a small smile as she stands up from the cough but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. I sit up and cross my legs as I pat the spot in front of me. "Come here." She does what I say, but she has a strange look on her face that I don't like. "What's wrong, sweetheart? Talk to me." We have grown incredibly close during the time that I have been here, and she has come to me more than once because she has had a problem. Usually a normal teenage girl thing, but right now I sense that this could be serious, and I'm dreading what she's about to say. "Gran, she told me about the baby. She didn't mean to it slipped out, and she asked me not to say anything to anyone, but I needed to come and talk to you. I need to help you." I would have liked to have told Lottie myself with Nick, and after he knew. I'm not mad at his mom for slipping up. She's excited and I can understand that. Right now, I'm more worried about the look that's on Lottie's face. She doesn't look happy, and it makes my stomach drop with nerves. I blow out a breath as I try to figure out what to say, but I'm stumped. I need to know how she feels so that I can figure out which way to try and handle this. "I imagine that this is a huge shock for you, it is for me too, and I'm sure it will be for your dad also." She doesn't say anything for a few minutes, but I swear she looks annoyed and it confuses me. And then she opens her mouth and blows all my hopes and dreams apart. "I'm guessing that my dad hasn't spoken to you yet and, for that, I'm sorry, Bonnie. I thought he would have told you by now. You've been together long enough for him to have had this conversation with you. You deserved the truth before this ever had a chance to happen." "What... wait, I'm confused. What are you talking about, Lottie?" "My dad... he doesn't want any more children, Bonnie. He has never wanted any more aside from me and never will. He always made it more than clear and that's why I'm surprised that he hasn't told you yet." I sit stunned in silence as I let her words sink in. Granted, we haven't had an in-detailed talk about our future when it comes to children, but I swear I remember him saying that he wanted me to be the mother of his pups. The time I remember is from right at the very outset of our relationship when I was in the hospital. I swear I remember him saying those words, but what if I'm wrong? What if I'm just imagining it and what Lottie is saying is true?" "While we've not had a conversation at length about children, I'm sure that he will be ok with this Lottie, sweetheart." The strange look that she has had on her face this entire time only gets worse and I swear that she looks angry but I don't understand why. She looks at me for a few seconds without saying a word then suddenly jumps up from the bed and starts pacing the length of the bed while looking at the floor. If what she says is true and Nick has made it more than clear that he doesn't want anymore children then maybe I'm mistaking her anger for worry. Worry about how this news will affect her dad. "Lottie, it's going to be ok. I promise that we will be ok, all of us will be ok." She stops pacing and storms to the side of the bed until she's standing right in front of me. I get up from the bed and stay standing in front of her but it's a move I regret when I see the fire in her eyes. I've not seen her act like this before. "Why is this so hard for you to understand, Bonnie? He doesn't want any more children. I am the only child he wants and the quicker you accept that the better." Bonnie... she's called me Bonnie since the moment she started talking to me after I woke up but for the past few weeks she's only called me mom. Granted it's been more for fun than anything else but still, her calling me Bonnie now, and the way she's saying my name has something niggling at the back of my head and I'm not sure if I want to figure out why she's acting like this. I watch as she starts walking towards my bedroom door wanting to say something but finding myself completely tongue-tired. "Lottie..." She looks over her shoulder as she starts to open the door. "He doesn't need to know about this... What's happened... he doesn't need to know any of it." "What does she mean?" She must see the confused look that I know is currently on my face but she just shakes her head. "Just think about what I have said, Bonnie. Really think about what I've said and what it means... what it could mean for you and for my dad." She leaves the room without saying another word shutting the door behind her and shattering my heart in the process. The moment the door closes I feel sickness rise in my throat and run for the bathroom just making it in time to empty my stomach into the toilet. At this point, I'm not sure if this sickness is due to the baby or the complete and utter heartbreak that I'm feeling right now. After a few minutes, I manage to get myself under control and quickly wash my mouth out and brush my teeth feeling slightly better once it's done but the pain in my heart is still strong.As if I'm on some kind of autopilot I start gathering my stuff and switch on the shower. I didn't plan on taking one yet but apparently, I'm going to have one anyway. Only once I'm inside the raw pain I'm feeling becomes too much and I slide to the floor and cry like never before, and that is where Nick finds me some time later completely lost in my thoughts and unable to function or respond to anything around me or anything he does. How has my life changed so quickly? A few hours ago I was the happiest I have ever been and now... well, now I feel like my whole world has been turned upside down and inside out and I'm not sure what I'm going to do about it but one things for sure, nothing will be happening to my baby. Even if I have to leave and do it alone. I love the life that I have now and I love the family that I've been welcomed into and as for my mate... Well, I couldn't ever imagine a better wolf to have at my side. I love Nick with all my heart, I really do, but there's nothing that will stop me from having this baby and becoming a mom with or without my mate. My job is to protect my pup and protect it I will, even if that means protecting it from the people that I love the most.