After our little reminiscing, Papa Winston decided it was best if I freshen up a bit before heading to his office to talk. If past events is anything to go by, he's just stalling so we didn't have this mysterious talk

I walked out of the bathroom with a towel around my slim waist and a towel in hand, drying out the excess water in my hair. I should really cut this mop on my head; it's distracting, annoying and high maintenance. I don't get why girls want to outgrow their hair if it feels this horrible in the starting stage

I groaned and threw the towel in my hand into the hamper by the bathroom door. I walked over to the closet and pull out my clothes; bright yellow skinny jeans, lime green shirt that has a picture of a cookie on it, a pair of bright red vans

"Please tell me you're not wearing that" Rebekah's judgemental voice breaks the silence

I whirled around with clothes in hand and head closer to the bed before discarding my clothes on it and by discarding I mean throwing it on Rebekah's face. She shrieked and pushed aside before glaring up at me. I rolled my eyes and dropped my towel

"What are you doing here, Becky?" I sighed

Deciding to go commando, I tugged on my bright yellow skinny jeans and shirt before sitting down beside Becky. She sighed and falls back on the bed.

"I'm pregnant" She groans, covering her face with her hands

Her red hair was not in its usual French plait, it was now in a messy bun with a few loose strands framing her heart shaped face. Her light blue eyes were torn between being happy and fearing for what's to come. Her bow shaped lips was in grim line as she fought to keep her hormones and thoughts in check. Her face flushed and glowed, making her more radiant that she already is

I smile despite her mood because speaking from experience, that's just the pregnancy hormones doing their job in making her grumpy. I sighed happily when I thought back to the support I got from my three fathers when they found out I was pregnant with Samson

"You better not be smiling when I remove my hands because if you do I'll fuck you up so bad you won't be able to have any more children in the future"

"What's got you in a foul mood? Pregnancy is a beautiful thing. Creating life is a beautiful thing. Having a life grow inside of you is-"

"If you say 'beautiful thing' one more time I will bitch slap you so hard you will black out" She cut me off with a snarl

I laughed and slapped her thigh. Cracking her mad facade, she throws a small smile my way and rolled her eyes. If you got passed her constant threatening nature and her foul expressions, you'll see she's actually a nice person but nobody stays long enough to see that except for her mate and our team. Even her family didn't accept her

"Does Jake know?"

She shook her head and sighed, getting back up in a sitting position. She turned so she was facing me straight on with a serious face

"I am not telling him for you"

She groaned and punched my shoulder. I winced at the power behind the punch but other than that I don't say anything. I don't care how far along her pregnancy is but there is no way I'm getting on a pregnant lady's bad side. Hormones are a scary thing

"And why the hell not...You're the keeper so keep the situation...ugh I don't know how to tell him" She pouted

"It's just a suggestion but I find that saying 'honey I'm pregnant' to be a fine way to break the news to the up and coming father to be" I replied sarcastically

She stood up abruptly and glared down at me with such intensity that it has me scared shitless. What happened to the pouting cutie that was there a moment ago? When did the wicked witch of the west crash the party? I think this pregnancy is the worst thing that's going to happen in this house but at the same time a magical thing...if she's not trying to burn it down with her glares

"You're no help" She growled before storming out

I rubbed my hands over my face before running it through my hair and tugging at it agitatedly

The last thing I want to worry about is a pregnant woman who is already bipolar in her ways. I have to report her pregnancy to Papa so he could record it. Then I have to fill in her maternity forms because I'm the keeper of our group and then I have to help the couple ease into the lifestyle they're going to have with their child

Talk about a busy schedule

"What's wrong with Rebekah?" A sweet soft voice asked from the door way

I turned around and smiled reassuringly at Daniel. He was peering at me with wide innocent brown eyes that reminded me of the submissive me. He clung onto Simi like he was his lifeline. I used to feel jealousy and envy over their relationship until I snapped out of it when I gave birth to my Samson

Being the over protective and possessive mate that he is, Simi had his arm draped over Niel's shoulder and was pulling him closer to him. I find it amusing how they behave...the whole house does but they simply don't care. They never had a problem of showing a little love in public and who am I to hate on that

"It's not my secret to share but don't worry, she's going to come out with it sooner or later and I do hope sooner because it's eating her up to have to keep it to herself and she doesn't know how to come out with it" I smiled

Niel nodded in understanding while Simi had this look in his eyes that was a mixture of curiosity and determination. He might be the muscles of the group but that doesn't mean he's slow in the head. He's actually quite smart and attentive...sometimes...okay not really but he's loyal and supportive and that's what counts

"You won't get a peep out of me so don't try your luck. I have to go up and meet the director anyway so if you'll excuse. Niel, a pleasure as usual and Simi, don't stick your nose where it's not wanted" I warned before walking off

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"Becky's pregnant so I'll need to fill in her maternity forms and also, I need a lease for a new house. Preferably something that fits their taste so they won't have to keep moving around like how they did with the rooms in this place" I sighed as I plopped down on the seat opposite Papa

He nodded distractedly and frowned at the computer screen in front of him. A tick started to form on his jaw and his brows furrowed closer together until they looked like they were united. I wonder what the matter is. The last time he was this agitated was when the rogues wanted their own pack which personally I thought was stupid because if they wanted a pack they could just join one available one but it's not my life so whatever

"Papa, what's up?" Worry seeped into my words

He looked up at me and his eyes widen in realization

"How long were you there?"

I gaped at him. How long was I here? How important was the thing he was reading a minute ago? He's never been this distraught and frustrated in all the years I've known him.

"Long enough to know that something you've been reading is darkening up your sky"

He chuckled at my use of words but I'm not swaying my resolve. In my opinion, he's too old to be doing all this. He should be in the sandy beaches of Fiji, drinking from a coconut with his mate beside him and looking out into the sunset and maybe even do some sightseeing or hiking or something. Anything really...but sitting behind a desk all day is boring and unsatisfying

"No, don't look at me like that. I love my job and Christine understands and she fully supports me. You'd think my own pup would support me too" He pouted

I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. This is not the time of place to do this

"I love you but we'll talk about this another time but for now, I need pregnancy forms and the leases I'll pick them up later"

"Pregnancy forms?" He furrowed his brows and tilted his head to the side in confusion, I trait I picked up over the years

"You're pregnant again?"

I gave him a dull stare. Is he being serious right now? He smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck, his biceps bulging out

"Hell no, Rebekah's has a bun in the oven and I need to make these arrangements so she doesn't have to worry about them. I'm just waiting on her to tell Jake so I could discuss what kind of living environment they'll need; whether they'll want an apartment or a house of their own. After all the preparation, I'll need to educate them on the lifestyle they'll have to adapt when living with a child and I don't know, help them when they stumble on a bump on the road. I don't know" I sighed, leaning back into the chair

Papa chuckled. A small smile made its way on my lips at easing him of some tension he's facing. It pains a child to see one of their parent in distress...especially when that parent risked their life for you over and over again in the past

I almost forgot the reason why I came here in the first place which is odd because I have excellent memory. I guess the sleepless nights are finally catching up with me

"So you wanted to tell me something?"

And just like that, tension covered us like a thick blanket

"Before I say what I'm about to say, you have to understand it's out of my hands. All the other teams have missions of their own and won't be done with it in a long time. We need this issue taken care of immediately and discreetly before the king finds out about it. It'll be a national crisis if that happens"

I could see he was getting uneasy with the subject and it confuses me to see him like this. My Papa, the man who is always calm and collected is anxious and fidgety. If dad and daddy were here right now, they'd show no mercy and tease the hell out of him

I guess it's time to ease him some

"I promise I won't freak, now tell me what's up. You're kinda freaking me out here" I laughed nervously

With a sigh and a regretful look, he says the words I wish he'd take back

"I'm sending you and your team to assist and attend to Silver Claw Pack"

I gasped and stood up hastily and glare at him. This has got to be a sick joke of some kind. There is no way this could be happening. I can't go back there. I know 10 years is a long time but when the people you grow up with scar you physically, mentally and emotionally, 10 years is a short time to recover from cruel actions directed at you for 13 years.

"Papa, please tell me you're joking" I hate how my voice shook with apprehension

He ran his hand through his hair and tugged at it violently, as if it's his fault this is happening and so punishment was necessary. I wanted to comfort him but I was still reeling in from the shock of the news

"I'm sorry baby cakes but I'm not" He looked ashamed and regretful

I nodded and walked over to him and gave him a hug

"Don't beat yourself up for it. It's not your fault and I don't blame you but just so you know, you're telling my team"

With that said I quickly kiss his cheek and ran out like the hell hounds were on my behind. He just got out of the pan and into the fire. I'm soft compared to my team. They are protective of me especially when they heard of my past.

Now that I think about it, they'd probably attack Papa when he delivers the news. I guess I'll have to be there with him when he becomes the bearer of bad news

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