Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
Nyx
Dear Future Me,
Dr. Chance says I should keep a journal to calm my anxiety over my pregnancy. Since I’m willing to do just about anything these days, I’m committing to put to paper how I’m feeling. Let’s start with the present day.
I’m three months pregnant and just found out I’m having twins.
What. The. Fuck.
Ok, yeah. That’s great.
More Babies.
Good stuff.
EXCEPT I’d only been planning for one. My Alpha joked that two meant just doubling everything, but I didn’t laugh. There’s so much more to it than that.
I’m going to be the size of a house by the time these kids are here. And let’s not forget that I only have two arms. How does one feed twins at the same time if you aren’t an octopus?
And the diapers? Fate’s sake — they’re expensive!
I’ve resorted to not thinking about it too much and setting everything to a quantity of two. It seemed like a good plan until I started doubling the grocery order too and Julian questioned my sanity.
Anyway, I’m doing good physically. The nausea meds are still working and I’m eating fine. Hopefully this stays steady.
Keeping my fingers crossed,
Past Me who’s really fucking scared
Dear Future Me,
Checking in again. I’m not four months into this journey. There’s not much to say as far as changes go. I’m really kind of excited now that I’m thinking things through. It’s like a two for one sale on babies so I only have to go through one pregnancy.
When I said this to my Alpha he simply laughed as he greedily told me about how I’ll need to tell the doctor that cause he intends to breed me again if I let him.
I was slicking all over the chair after he said that. He had to bend me over the table to quell my ache for his knot.
Let’s just say it was H-O-T.
Nothing else to report yet.
Hopefully getting knotted later,
Past Me
Dear Future Me,
What the fuck were we thinking?
I’m ballooning at an alarming rate! It’s like someone pumped me full of air in the last week. I’m almost six months along now. Yeah, I get that I’m far, but up until now I’ve still been about the same size. I had to go to the uniform supply twice this week since my stomach keeps expanding. I look like a clown with how baggy it is everywhere else but my midsection.
Of course, my Alpha thinks it’s the greatest thing ever. He spends countless hours rubbing my stomach, whispering to it, and telling me how sexy I look.
It’s intoxicating.
BUT I don’t want to keep getting bigger. And I still have three more months!
I don’t know how I’m going to do this.
The one big bright side of it all is how our friends have come together to help out. We get texts every day to check on us and to make sure we’re doing what we should be to keep the babies health.
Even Dr. Chance has taken to checking on me a couple of times since he wants to know the status of how I’m handling the pregnancy. It was crazy enough for me to conceive so late. Adding twins to the mix only increased his curiosity and desire to monitor me.
And best (or maybe worst) of all, the other deputies have taken to spoiling me at work. I’m never without a food or drink from someone. I get homemade baked goods from some of their Omegas. It’s absolute chaos with how little I’m having to do.
I miss being active and going anywhere I please. Now there are eyes on me all over the place, each of them ready to report to my husband if they suspect any danger.
He’s lucky I love him, or this would be a big problem.
Grumpy preggo here,
Past me
Dear Future Me,
Well, it was bound to happen.
I’ve begun waddling.
It isn’t intentional either. I’m just so freaking big I can’t balance properly.
Julian loves it. He’ll leave his office door open just to watch me move around the station throughout the day. Every time I look his way he’s smiling at me with that adorable look. It’s the same one he wore the day we got married.
Wild to think that wasn’t all that long ago.
Now, we spend our night preparing for our little ones and thinking up names we might use for them. We’re torn on what to go with since we don’t know the sexes yet. Both babies played hide and seek with the tech at the last appointment.
Never mind that since we’re closing in on the end. Dr. Chance said there would be more ultrasounds to monitor my progress, which means more chances to know what we’re working with.
We’ve gone back and forth on whether or not we’ve wanted a set of girls, boys, or a mix. I’m convinced it doesn’t really matter because I’ll love them no matter what. My Alpha agrees, thankfully.
I’d hate for him to disappointed. Then I’d have to get pregnant all over again.
Laughing so I don’t cry,
Past Me
Dear Future Me,
Ok, so…
Shit has hit the fan.
What do I mean by that?
Well, I doubt you’ll remember being told you had to go on bedrest immediately and then your Alpha becoming a raging bull to ensure that’s what happens. I’m talking spreadsheets with times for friends to come help me, a daily text schedule to keep him updated, and more.
The man is serious about my safety.
While I’d normally love it, I’m a little claustrophobic at this point.
I want out of my house. I want to eat whatever I want again. I want to not have eyes on me everywhere I go. I even had to tell Harper I’d be ok to pee alone since he thought I’d need help there too. Um, no thanks! I’m good.
Other than the overbearing routine, things are fine. Dr. Chance is thinking these nuggets will come early, hence the bedrest. We want to deliver them on time and not a minute before if possible.
My gut is telling me I don’t have long. Hell, I’m seven and a half months along now.
Signed,
Past Me who wishes he were Future Me
Dear Future Me,
I’m writing this from the hospital.
We made it!
I guess I should say Current Me, then.
Today I gave birth to the most precious babies in the entire universe. I might be biased, but everyone who comes in says the same, so it has to be true.
Leo and Laura Bates arrived in the middle of the night with a bang.
Their Papa has been ever attentive since their sudden arrival three weeks early. I’ve watched the man I love turn into the mushiest teddy bear for these two.
Best part was when I told him the names I wanted. Leo for my dad and Laura for his mom. With both our parents gone, it felt like a fitting tribute. We wouldn’t exist without them, and I never want to exist without these two.
I’m a bit exhausted and I’m sure there are things I’m forgetting to write. Maybe I’ll do it later when I get the energy.
Happiest man alive,
Current Me