Connor’s P.O.V

It’s strange how easily people get back in routine after a big event. With this I mean having Matt put down and Missy leaving. Everybody just accepted it and moved on. The only reminder was the wailing of Matt’s mother. It was decided that she should stay in the hospital for the rest of her natural live. She became very unstable after Matt was put down, and Farrell feeling sorry for her went to visit her one-day and she had a panic attack or something, because she started shouting and throwing things at him. He hasn’t visited her since.

Mike for that matter has made the best of things everything considered. Farrell told me he felt honoured that Mike wanted us there when they carried out his father’s punishment. I still need to get used to the fact that he has an older mate. I guess he does too, because he gets very uncomfortable when Ryan openly shows his affection for him. He is getting better at it, but it will take a long time before he will openly accept the affection.  Also I think the death of his father has something to do with him accepting Ryan too. Since his father was one of the same gender mate haters, Mike didn’t know how to handle the situation then. Now he is slowly making progress with giving his father’s death a place in his life. He goes regularly to doctor Mary our pack psychologist, who says they are making great progress.

Now everything would be like it should, everybody is happy and found his or her mate. Thanks to the junkyard pack joining ours. And still I can’t shake the fact that something is wrong. I feel like I have been left out of the loop. My feeling started at the time that Farrell decided to go to our pack doctor Carter for his regular check up and came out dazed. He wouldn’t talk to me about it at all. Which I find very strange, we talk about everything and hide nothing. I know he is hiding something from me, but what I can’t tell. When I asked him if he was alright he said yes and left it at that.

I was surprised to see him dazed for hours on end, or not react when I ask him something. The worst thing of all was that his grades were slipping as well. Usually he is at the top of his class and now his average is a C −.  If he continues in this fashion he won’t be able to go to the university of his choice. Farrell always told me he wanted to go to Harvard and study Health Policy, so we can take a load of doctor Carter and help him and his successor run the hospital better.

The girls in our pack seemed to have taken quite a liking to Farrell, they squeal whenever he is around and ask millions of questions. The thing that confuses me the most is that they want to touch his stomach. Then he would beam and let them touch it, and  they would squeal and beam at him. Saying all sorts of stuff where to go when it was time. That and let them know when the time would come. He would nod and they would be on their way, sometimes they passed me and congratulate me. Not knowing what they would be on about I would just smile and thank them.

“So are you going to tell me what this business is all about?” I asked Farrell after school today, a lot of girls were surrounding him today and I didn’t like it at all.  He just frowned at me “ What business do you mean? I am getting my grades back up so there is no problem right?”

Pinching the bridge of my nose I sighed “That’s not what I meant, what I meant was what’s with all the girls?” Not knowing this really got me frustrated, even so frustrated that we had a huge argument the other day and he wouldn’t talk to me, or be anywhere near me.

Farrell sighed and got up; as he walked to me I noticed a little bump on his stomach. Little is not a good word; it looked like he gained a few kilos in last couple of months. Because we were at the end of our year and the last tests for this year were coming, we didn’t spend a lot of time together. That and my football practice and games also played a big part in us not being together.

“When did you gain all that weight? I thought you said you were fine? Are you sure doctor Carter didn’t say anything else about your health?”  He looked down as if it was the fist time he saw that his stomach had grown in size. He rested he hand on top of his stomach “ Yes I am sure doctor Carter said I was perfectly healthy.”  He closed our distance and snuggled up in my lap. Something I did enjoy, he did do this very often. Resting my chin on top of his head, I inhaled his rich scent and just noticed that it had changed from lavender and morning dew, to a deep woody scent.

My wolf was ecstatic at the scent howling and jumping up and down in my head. Will you stop that? You’re giving me a headache!  My wolf just snorted at me but calmed down letting out a deep rumbled purr.  My wolfs purr resonated out of my chest too making Farrell smile and snuggle further into me. “So when are you going to tell me, the thing that my wolf knows and most of the girls too?” I couldn’t help being a bit grumpy; I really hated being kept out of the loop.

“Well if you must know you can come with me when I have my next appointment with doctor Carter.” He said, making me frown, why would need to see doctor Carter when his check up was last week. When I voiced my thoughts on this he just shrugged. “Doctor Carter wanted me to come and do health check ups every few weeks.” Every few weeks! “Why didn’t you tell me? Is something wrong?” I asked panicked. “No nothing is wrong, why?

“How could nothing be wrong if you are going to the doctor every few weeks?” I asked in disbelief. Farrell’s eyes softened, “There are other reasons for going to the doctor without being ill you know.” He rubbed his belly, smile a little before grunting and looking a little green. “Could you get me a bucket? I think I am going to throw up.” Holding his hand for his mouth, I gently got up, placing him on the sofa running for the bin in the corner. I was just in time; he emptied what ever was in his stomach in the bin. He dry heaved for a couple of times, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before looking up to me.

Seeing my face he smiled “I am fine, I swear! Just a little sick sometimes, I think it’s the flu.” If it is the flu then it’s a nasty one. “How long do you have the flu or symptoms?” We werewolves usually don’t get sick, and if we do we will be right as rain in a few days.

Farrell frowned, thinking hard “Since the last couple of weeks I think. Why?” my eyes widened, there is no way he could be that sick without me knowing it. He is really sick or he is faking it. The bin told me a whole other story; judging by what was in there; Farrell hadn’t eaten anything substantial in the last hours maybe days.

How could I have missed it? How could I have missed the fact that Farrell hasn’t eaten properly in hours or days, or maybe even weeks? He started eating less in the last few days or so. My wolf was kind enough to supply.

And you didn’t tell me this why? I snarled at him. Because our mate knows what is going on and went to the doctor instead. Just keep your cool. Was his reply.

You know what is going on don’t you? Why don’t you tell me! I demanded, but my wolf never answered.  Besides why would I do that? It would ruin the surprise.

So Farrell was planning a surprise for me? What could it be? My birthday is already past and if it were a surprise party he would have subconsciously told me.  Farrell is not very good with holding secrets, so I was surprised that he could hold what ever it is a secret for so long.

I got more and more worried about Farrell, because the more days passed the bigger his stomach would become. He also was throwing up more and more. His feet would swell, he would whine about certain pains, making me rub them. That seemed to settle him somehow. That relieved me too, knowing that he was a bit more comfortable.

Farrell’s P.O.V

I was very shocked when doctor Carter dropped the bomb on me. He told me some news I never thought was possible. I researched every legend and every myth, but came up short. It is a medical miracle, scientific too. I grimaced at that, I really don’t want to become a lab rat. I don’t like people poking and prodding me.

I don’t like people other than Connor, Kate, and Genny to touch me at all. I was happy Connor didn’t immediately notice something was up. It gave me sometime to figure out how to tell him and the rest of our pack. First things first, I told Genesis and Kate about my suspicions, who told me I should talk to our pack doctor. Doctor Carter, in the beginning I was dreading against visiting. Together with Kelley and Natasha, Kate and Genesis finally convinced me to go and see the doctor.

I was however adamant that one of them comes with me, I wasn’t going alone. They were shocked to hear I hadn’t told Connor yet. 'I wanted to be sure before dropping that kind of bomb on anyone’s lap.  His especially, I really needed to be sure because that could make or break us."

In the end Kate and Genesis both agreed to come with me to see the doctor, which was fine with me. To say the least the doctor was surprised to see me in the company of Kate and Genesis instead of Connor. “ Well Farrell what brings you and the lovely ladies here?”

Nervously I fidgeted with the hem of my shirt, not looking at him I mumbled my suspicions. That caused him to look at me with doubt. “You know that that is quite a big statement Farrell are you sure?” I nodded my head, and told him of all the thing that had happened to me since the last time Connor and I had sex. It was the day Mike also found out his father killed his mother.

Kate and Genesis confirmed my statement, seeing as they were the first ones to know something was off with me. That and the fact that my wolf acted like a pregnant female, making me do some weird things as well. So to be sure the doctor did a blood test, the result came back some time later confirming that there was other DNA in it.

While we were waiting on the results of the test he did a standard check up; measuring my blood pressure, my eyesight and a lot of other things. So when the doctor had proof in black and white that I was what I thought I was I collapsed.

I asked myself how in the world did it happen? Could the Moon Goddess have blessed me, in some way? Or was it in my blood to be able to do this? Asking my wolf didn’t do any good; he/she was way to busy with rejoicing the fact that we were able to do this.

How am I going to tell Connor this? What if he doesn’t want it? Why wouldn’t he want it? Doesn’t he wish for this too? Was my wolfs reply. You know, you can’t hide this forever he will know one way or another.

That’s right I can’t hide it forever, but I hope long enough to think of a way to tell Connor the news. Not to mention my own parents. Rubbing my temples I sighed, I needed to get a grip.

It didn’t help that all of a sudden every female in close proximity to me knew. I knew this confused Connor, he didn’t understand the girls’ needs to touch me, talk to me about things he only heard half of.

I was in a pinch when Connor asked about the doctor, I accidently told him I was going every few week. Doctor Carter had asked me to come in every few weeks so he could monitor my growth, and my health. Seeing as I was one of the first male to become pregnant in a long time, and doctor Carter looked up some stuff from around the time there was a last mentioning of another male being pregnant but the information was too vague.

I agreed to let them monitor my progress, this would be great reference for other males who become pregnant. Then the doctors after doctor Carter knew what to do and maybe expect.

Yes you are pregnant with your mate’s child! Isn’t that a great thing? My wolf howled. I guess so. You don’t sound very happy. My wolf must have felt my anxiety. I just don’t know how to tell him about it, and after what if he doesn’t want it?

I felt a gentle rush of warmth flow through me no matter what happens I will always be there for you and your whelp.

I sighed and felt genially happy; I haven’t felt this happy in a long while. I decided to tell my parents the news. To say they were surprised was the understatement of the century; I told them all about my doctor’s appointment with doctor Carter.  When they asked me if I told Connor I was silent for a while. Dad took that as a sign that Connor rejected our child. When I told them that wasn’t the case, I just didn’t know how to tell him. After that they promised not to tell Connor, but made me promise to make an appointment with Alpha Lawson about my condition. To which I agreed, I made an appointment for the next day.

Alpha Lawson P.O.V

I cannot believe my son is that obvious to Farrell. It is obvious to everybody else what is going on with Farrell except for him. The poor boy thinks that Farrell has some disease that makes him this way. Just the other day he came barging in my study, all confused and angry that Farrell doesn’t want to talk to him about his condition.

Farrell’s so called condition made my wife very happy and his own mother too. In the beginning they were very hesitant about it. That was until doctor Carter gave Farrell a clean bill of health, they were over joyed. Together they began planning things and rummage through their old things, looking for stuff that might come in handy.

Apparently it is not only my wife and Farrell’s mother who are thrilled to bits but it seemed to affect every female in our pack. I have to say; I have never in my whole life seen females working so coordinated together without a fuss. Okay that might be a bit over the top, there was the occasional grumble and argument. But thanks to my wife’s iron fist everybody got along until what every they were doing was finished.

I am proud of Farrell, despite all the stuff going on with my blind-eyed son, he pulled back up to the top of his class and kept his position throughout the remainder of the year.

*Time skip to summer holidays*

Connor’s P.O.V

It is official: Farrell has lost his mind! His ‘little bump’ as he likes to call it grew out to enormous size. He gained at least ten more kilos! And he still insists that he is fine. I am at a loss. He won’t listen to anything I have to say, and everything I do is wrong.

I get a whiplash from trying to follow his mood swings; they are so fast I can’t keep up with them. Not only that but it started to affect my health. I couldn’t sleep right because Farrell would wake up every so often to either pee or throw up.  He looked very pale; the usual vibrant shine in his eyes was not there. What worried me the most was the fact his stomach looked like it was about to explode.

I was shocked when Farrell made me touch his stomach, I didn’t want to touch the thing it looked horrible. He gently laid my hand on top of his bump and I felt something move, it was alive! Growling I tore my hand away from him, pushing him in the process. He stumbled into the couch, hissing passed clenched teeth. “Why aren’t you happy? I thought you wanted this too!”

“I wanted this too? I didn’t want this at all! You look like an elephant on steroids!” I snarled. He looked shocked, like I slapped him in the face.  Then something shone in his eyes “You don’t know, do you? Did nobody tell you?” he asked. The confusion must have been on my face because he started laughing. “What the fuck is so funny?” I glared at him, making him sober up. “You should sit down about the news I am going to tell you.”

His eyes pleaded with me, so grumbling I sat down in the nearest chair. He cleared his throat “I don’t know how to soften this so I will tell like it is. Connor, I am pregnant with your child.”

I blinked at him, searching his face for any trickery or deceit. Seeing none I looked at his stomach, it was still huge. “Whaa….” I was speechless. Subconsciously Farrell rubbed his stomach again, smiling like a lot of pregnant females do.

My eyes widen, suddenly all of Farrell’s behaviour over the last few days are starting to make sense. The growing of the bump, the weird food cravings, and the mood swings, everything is making sense now.

Is this the surprise you were telling me about? I feel my wolf stand tall and proud, he was looking forward to having the pup. I could tell. That got me wondering, do have a baby or do we have a pup. Remembering the day Ella was born, she was born a baby so we were going to have a baby too. I sigh in relief; I don’t know what to do if we had a pup.

I swallowed, “How far along are you?” Farrell got this faraway look in his eyes, it only happens when he was thinking hard about something. “Uhm I think it was when Genesis and the junkyard pack joined us.” He said and nodded his head to himself. I calculated to myself, so he is six months along just another three to go.

Then the enormity of the whole situation hit me like a ton of bricks. I am going to be a father. That reality was setting in, I saw Farrell look at me worriedly “Are you okay babe? You look a bit pale. “Yeah, I am alright just a little bit dizzy.” I said and promptly blacked out.

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