Fenrir was pacing, he knew he was pacing, but he just couldn't stop. He heard a door being opened, and spun, and saw Harry walking out with a confused look on his face.
"Well? What did she say?" Fenrir demanded, Harry looked at his mate thoughtfully, and said,
"She told me she can't get in a proper reading or scan, because I'm not having a pup…."
"She's off her rocker!" Fenrir cut in rudely, Harry glared,
"I wasn't finished, now was I? No. Now, moving on, she told me I'm not having just one pup, I'm having a litter." Fenrir blinked, then laughed,
"That's funny Harry, for a second I thought you said…." He blinked and looked at Harry's serious face, "You're not kidding?" Harry shook his head, watching in amusement as Fenrir slid to the ground, eyes wide,
"How… Did she say… Did she say how…"
"How many?"
"Yeah."
"No, but she guessed about ten."
"TEN?!" With the shout the entire pack came over, and grinned at the two, and began their congratulations. Fenrir just stared at the blushing Harry. For natural wolves it was everyday occurrence to have a litter, and rare for a single pup to be born. For werewolves it was opposite, it was commonplace for a single pup to be born and very, very rare for a litter to be conceived. However, it did happen, but the reason of such rarity, being actually a simple case of maximum survival. Werewolves were part human and wolf, the human aspect would be unable to bear multiple children. The womb of a human would be unable to nourish so many, and many of the pups would die in the womb or at birth. However, the wolf aspect is naturally able to have large litters, and thus that aspect is partial in the human. Small litters were more common than large ones, and this was a large one. So, in the few months nearing birth, the werewolf would be physically unable to return to human form, because the lives within would be damaged or lost. Fenrir sighed, was he really ready for ten kids? Harry stood beside Fenrir, and Fenrir glanced upwards, catching a sight of Harry's slightly rounded stomach. Fenrir grinned, yes, he was ready for his children. Harry looked down and smiled softly.
First month~ *Gaining weight*
"Fenrir, my pants don't fit! Mum said they wouldn't be too tight until later on!" Fenrir looked at his mate, and smiled, his mate was larger, much larger at this point than most pregnant subs were, but that merely being most subs weren't carrying ten pups in their womb.
"That is because you're mother had only one pup, not ten, growing within her." Harry huffed and folded his arms across his chest,
"It's no fair, I just look fat."
"You look beautiful." Fenrir replied, placing a hand on Harry's cheek and kissed the soft lips. Harry grinned at his mate.
"Thank you, Fenrir." Harry said happily, Fenrir smiled back.
Second month~ *24/7 sickness*
Harry stumbled to the bathroom, hanging his head over the porcelain bowl just in time as everything he had for lunch, breakfast, and dinner the night before came up violently. A soothing hand started rubbing his back and he groaned, shoving the gentle hand away.
"Go away." He moaned, leaning on the toilet bowl, Fenrir raised a brow,
"I'd rather not. My mate is sick, I don't intend on leaving him alone." Harry chuckled weakly and stood, wiping his mouth on the wet towel Fenrir handed him. The two walked back into the living room and snuggled together. James had told Fenrir the day before,
"Some subs have morning sickness, some have afternoon sickness, some have evening sickness, and some, well, some have 24/7 sickness." The last was oh so true for Harry, at any point in the day or night, he would run to the bathroom and vomit his heart up.
Third month~ *cravings*
"Can I have a banana?" Harry inquired suddenly, the men around him looked at him, and he blushed, "Please?" Fenrir handed the boy the fruit, grinning Harry grabbed it and peeled it and bit into it, closing his eyes and humming. Fenrir shrugged at the doms around him,
"He craves fruit." Harry opened his eyes suddenly and looked at the banana strangely, eyes widening he dropped it and shot into the woods. The dominants stared at the place where he vanished, then at the abandoned, half-eaten fruit. Suddenly the sound of retching filled their ears, noses wrinkled as the stench hit them. Fenrir sighed, then glared at the banana as if it was its fault, well, technically it was the banana's fault.
Fourth month~ *man boobs*
"Oh my god I have tits!!!!" Harry squealed from the bathroom, Fenrir dropped his book in shock then looked at the door reproachfully. The door burst open and Harry flew out, clearly panicking, "Fenrir!! I've got man boobs!! I have Moobs!!! Oh my God!!!!" Fenrir grabbed Harry and slapped a hand over his mouth,
"Harry, shut up. It is fine."
Fifth month~ *Attitude changes*
"Harry, get out of bed."
"I don't wanna!"
"Get out of bed!"
"No!"
"Harry, I mean it, NOW!"
"NO!!!!"
"Dammit Harry!" Fenrir growled and jerked the covers off the boy who yelped in surprise and stared around in shock. "Lazy lump, go get your food." Harry shook his head and dove back into the bead. Fenrir growled again and grabbed the boy, carrying him bridal style Fenrir deposited him in the silent dining hall. Shoving a full plate before him, Fenrir growled close to his ear,
"Eat it, or I shove it down your throat, got it?" Harry gulped and nodded, taking a huge bite out of his potatoes. His eyes welled with tears, as his hands fanned his face, he stood and spun and dashed out of the room and coughed the hot potatoes into the toilet. Fenrir stood in the doorway and let loose a sigh,
"Little moron, don't you know the food is always hot?" Harry glared through his tears and Fenrir walked silently away.
Sixth month~ *Complete exhaustion*
"Fenrir, I'm tired of being tired!" Harry whined, Fenrir just sighed, rubbing the pup's swollen ankles, the TV laughed with the voices. He looked up at it and wrinkled his nose, Television rotted brain cells. Harry sighed happily and closed his eyes, in moments he was fast asleep. Fenrir sighed and clicked off the television. The due date was only a little less than three months away, and Harry was completely sapped of strength all the time. Fenrir felt truly sorry for his mate.
Seventh month~ *Waddling*
"I look like a fucking penguin."
"Harry! Language!"
"Well!" He looked about ready to burst into tears again. Lily sighed, her son was even more hormonal than a normal pregnant sub, how was that even possible? Who knows, how was it possible for a girl to get a girl pregnant, or a man to give birth? Just one of those odd, werewolf associated things.
"I hate this!" Harry said suddenly, she looked at him and sighed,
"Fucking drama queen." Harry looked at her and started crying again, she sighed in exasperation.
"Stop that right now, Harry James Potter." But he didn't, he just kept right on bawling his eyes out, getting fed up, Lily smacked him with his pillow and strode out of the room.
Eighth month~ *turning wolf*
"Harry, you really should be resting right now." Fenrir said with worry, the other pack members nodded their agreement. Harry chuckled,
"But I feel fine, Fenrir! I'll be fine, don't worry! I'm not doing anything straining anyway." He said as he passed the juice pitcher around. As he was handing it to Fenrir, he got a strange look on his face.
"Harry?"
"Fenrir, I feel funny." Harry said, his voice sounded odd as it cracked. Fenrir jumped to his feet as Harry stumbled to the ground panting. Fenrir panicked as he watched his mate's form become blurry and indistinct. But suddenly it became clear again, and a black wolf sat staring up at Fenrir in confusion. Harry looked at the dominants and submissives surrounding him and tried to turn back but found he couldn't. He began to panic, his breathing becoming harsh. Molly strode forward and put both hands firmly beneath his muzzle and held him still until he looked at her. When he did she spoke,
"Harry, I told you this before, nearing birth, a submissive pregnant with a litter and not a single pup, will go into wolf form in order to properly sustain the lives within. You cannot change back now, once the birth is complete, then you will be able to, so calm yourself, or you will frighten your children and mate." Harry sighed and looked at Fenrir. Fenrir nodded to Molly and she backed away. Harry lay on the ground, head resting on his paws in an obvious pouting gesture. The members around him laughed, chuckling at the annoyed submissive.
Ninth month~ *birth*
Harry panted harshly, wondering how on earth he was still conscious, wondering when the hell the pain would stop, so many things going through his pain-clouded brain that he was developing a headache. He heard Molly's barking distantly, as if she stood on the other side of the forest. He felt a new wave of pain, followed by another, he could feel small mouths pressed to his teats, so far he had five, two girls, three boys, a new whimper brought him back down to earth as a new pup was guided to milk, a little girl pup. Suddenly a wave so fierce crashed over him, and that's when he blacked out. When he woke, he had twelve small pups curled against him, seven girls and five boys. He blinked at his pups and blinked again, they were beautiful and wonderful and precious, but there were just so many of them! He felt something press against his side, a wet tongue flick across his nose. He smiled tiredly at Fenrir, then sighed, laying his head down as he curled around his pups he fell asleep for the second time.
Harry was about ready to scream. The only way to feed his pups was in wolf form, so he hardly ever was in human form, he never got time to himself, and he was constantly woken in the middle of the night to pop into wolf form and feed his squalling children. The names were like this: Jazlyn, Dove, Faith, Aly, and Sarah were the girl subs. Then there was Maria and Lily, the girl doms. Then there were Ki, Gaimeel, Alva, and Jordan as the male doms, and little Kelly as the lone male sub. Making six subs and six doms, a perfect split. Harry looked at his children as the suckled, and sighed. It was going to be a long, tiresome lifetime. Once they were done he moved away, turning back into his human form. He looked at the pups as they curled together. He looked at his sleeping mate and smiled in exhaustion. Maybe a nap was in store. Curling next to the warm, strong body of his mate, he was instantly asleep. Well, at least until he was woken again to feed the silly pups.
Author's Notes~
So, I really don't have anything to say…. ^^; Have a good life!
Signed~
Hades Tsukiko
