MEL:
Okay
That was pathetically all I managed to say to the doctor before practically running out of her office.
I couldn't think straight, not a damn coherent word could come out of my mouth, it seems I was unable to act like a normal person and say anything less ridiculous.
I left there with only one destination, Grandpa Pietro's house (a nickname affectionately given to me), the only one who could temporarily help me with that. And so me and my confused brutes headed towards my (not so old) old man's house.
Breathe Mel after all it's just a puppy!
A puppy, a beautiful puppy that grows inside my womb, a little being who will depend on me for a long time and who, however sudden it may be, already has my heart tied to him.
I caress my still flat belly and I can't help but smile at the thought of her getting bigger every month, I think I'll look like a hippopotamus, I'm so fat, but it doesn't matter, I'll be the happiest, and most fulfilled hippo in the world.
I came out of my daydreams when we stopped in front of Grandpa Pietro's small and cozy house, he is taking care of his beautiful vegetable garden.
Always so affectionate and cute.
I don't think about anything at all before running off towards him, the poor gentleman is startled by my sudden arrival but soon returns the tight hug I'm holding him to.
I let myself be carried away by Grandpa Pietro's warmth feeling that at any moment I would collapse, don't get me wrong thinking that I don't want my puppy, but this is so new and unexpected that I find myself not knowing how to act.
I slowly pull away after finally calming down, I let out a small smile and a tear runs down my eyes, which I soon try to push away.
— What happened dear?— oh no, I made Grandpa Pietro worried and scared with my actions.
— Can we talk inside Grandpa?— I ask taking a deep breath.
— Of course, come! I made some tea just now, it will calm her down— he murmurs gently pushing me into his house.
I sit on the sofa patiently waiting for Grandpa to return, he had gone in search of tea in the kitchen promising that he would be here with me soon.
— Here, dear, it will do you good— says Grandpa lifting a large mug that was in his hand— and it will keep your stomach busy for a while— I concluded by raising the other hand that had a plate full of cookies with chocolate Drops.
My stomach automatically makes a noise trying at all costs to stay present, I feel my face flush when I hear Grandpa Pietro's laugh, who probably heard the scandal my belly made.
— Thanks Grandpa— I say as I take one of the cookies, feeling the delicious taste of it.
— Have the tea first, it will help your moods calm down— he says making me drink the tea which was also great.
We're silent for a while, I think Grandpa is waiting for me to take the initiative and that's exactly what I do next.
— I'm pregnant— His dark brown eyes almost pop out they are so wide, probably startled by my revelation.
It's silent again, for minutes that seem like hours to me.
— But how?...— seems to reflect for a while until he quickly tries to correct himself— Don't let that question go! I sure as hell don't want to know about how it happened— she says laughing nervously, making me snicker.
— I'll cut to the chase Grandpa— I take a deep breath— I want you to cast a spell that makes Atlas and the other wolves unable to smell my pup temporarily— I say it all at once and I can assure you that your eyes are still wider than they were before.
If that is possible.
— Why is that Mel?— he asks affectionately when using the nickname he created for me and then he gets up and starts to walk from one side to the other.
— I want to have a serious talk with Atlas, first of all, I want to clarify some things and only then open the game about our puppy— I say decidedly when telling Grandpa Pietro about my plan.
— I see, the boy must have screwed up— he murmurs and it seems that he agreed with me.
— But first I need to know if this spell will have any side effects or if it can harm my puppy.— I ask apprehensively and depending on the answer I will give up everything I planned.
— Don't worry dear, it's something weak and it won't affect your health much less that of my grandson— he says dumbfounded looking at my belly.
— So please start as soon as possible— I speak quickly and see the same nod.
After drinking the potion and thanking Grandpa Pietro a million times I find myself leaving with my thugs in my arms, I've already talked to them begging them not to tell Atlas, of course, I had to invent a little excuse saying I wanted to make a surprise to their Supreme, which in a way is still true.
Our puppy is certainly a little surprise in our lives.
By the time I got home, it was night and I was both mentally and physically exhausted, I could barely keep my eyes open, I guess too much sleep is an effect of pregnancy.
After eating a fruit salad and taking a short shower, I head to my big, empty bed, I'm so used to that soft ass that lying down without him around is no longer so pleasant.
I sigh, putting my head on his pillow in search of a minimum of contact with it and somehow it worked because I soon fell asleep.
The next day:
I'm in the office trying to distract my mind with a beautiful romance book, when I start hearing noises coming from outside that sound like people screaming in alarm, I get worried and leave quickly going outside.
I look around and people were screaming, but I don't see anything that seems to bring danger, I walk around looking around still attentive when trying to find a supposed enemy.
But what...
Alfred's head is stuck on a hunting stick, his face completely deformed showing how much he must have suffered, that image disgusts me and I feel nausea coming with everything.
I hold my breath trying to control myself and briefly close my eyes fearing dizziness will overtake me, I only open them when I feel big, strong, and warm arms lifting me off the ground.
His eyes are focused on me, probably too worried to realize I'm okay and the person who's hurt is him.
I feel my eyes filling with tears as I look at his shoulder which is dislocated, I wonder how many more injuries he must have and I try at all costs to get out of his lap.
— You're hurt Atlas, you can't hold weight— I scold him trying to be as severe as possible and I realize that he doesn't give a damn as he starts walking home with me in his arms.
I just stop trying to get out of his arms because I was afraid of hurting him even more, so I decide to stay quiet at least until we arrive.
Guess I'll have to add one more little thing to my plan.
mental list:
° Taking care of my male;
° Talk to him (it's more like a fight);
° Tell him you're going to be a daddy.
We got home and he finally puts me on the floor, I barely touch my feet on the floor and he quickly leaves for the bathroom in our room, picking up the first aid kit.
I take it to the bedroom and my partner is sitting quietly on the bed, he seems to have realized that we are going to have some problems ahead of us.
I crouch in front of him caressing his face, I can't help feeling a tightness in my chest when I touch him, I'm dying to throw myself into his arms and tell him about our little puppy, but I have to teach him that what he did is not right and I don't want that to happen again.
— I think it would be better to go to the hospital to get a good look at your shoulder— I say looking at his shoulder.
— No need, everything will be fine soon love— I can't stand to hear him say that and I immediately throw myself into his arms trying not to hurt him.
A hug won't kill, right?
I stay for a long time feeling her body warm and warm, I don't want to leave but it's necessary, I need to take care of her wounds so we can talk later.
— Do you have other injuries?— I ask fearfully.
— Only one on the leg that is also almost normal— he says quickly explaining himself.
I look at his wounds and after evaluating I give him some painkillers that will relieve a lot.
— Take a shower and I'll get you something to eat— I say affectionately.
— Thank you, my princess— says my ogre, kissing my forehead.
Gloria had already arranged everything in the meantime, the food was already separated on a tray full of food, I give her a smile approving her action.
I walk to the bedroom leaving the tray on the bed, I lie down beside it and stare at the ceiling as if the solution to my problems would come out of there.
I lift my shirt and run my hands over my stomach, caressing it.
(Is it a little boy or a little girl?)— I think and smile still looking at my belly
— Why are you looking at your belly like that dear?— he asks confused.
Think fast, Mel...
— We have to talk— I say quickly trying at all costs to change the subject and it seems that it worked because the confused expression gave way to scared.
— What did I do this time?— he asks apprehensively.
(Glad you know you did something sweet)— I think as I sit up in bed as shoot him a death glare.
I think this bipolarity also comes from pregnancy...