Alfred's POV

Can I still call myself a hero? I refuse to call myself a victim yet survivor also doesn't seem to fit me either. I don't want to just survive; I want to be me again. I promised myself that I wouldn't let him win…no matter how much it still hurts. I don't recall much about that night other than waking up with him on top of me.

Peter doesn't and will never know nor will my little one ever hear about it. Her biological father was cruel enough I don't want to add to his memory. She is the one truly good thing that came out of my relationship with him anyway. Really she's the little heroine in all of this.

I look down my growing belly as I wonder how she's doing in there if she's aware of anything beyond her little world. She kicks slightly as I grab a towel, "Quick shower than we'll eat." I say as I wrap it around my waist. It's our early morning routine. I get up, grab a hot shower, make breakfast and then either go see Ms. Bonnefoy or spend the day with Lily or Peter. I don't see much of Scott outside of his office normally.

He keeps to himself, mostly doing work though I still make him dinner every night. It's not much but I can tell he loves both our twenty minutes together and what I make every night. He's always had a soft spot for my rich, slightly greasy food.

It's our time together but this morning as I walk towards the bathroom I hear a soft sigh followed by a curse. I look in to see him standing on our scale in nothing but his boxers. He swears again as he rests on hand on his hip and the other on his stomach before he looks in the mirror across from him.

It's been a while since I've seen him without a shirt on. I can tell he's annoyed but I still let a chuckle escape. "Aww." I say knowing exactly how that problem is.

Scott turns around, "Yeah funny." He says stepping off the scale, "It's your fault after all." He says with a huff, "All your God damn burgers and pasta things."

I answer with an eye roll, "You don't have to eat dinner with me you know."

"Oh like hell I don't." He says as he scratches his mark. "I'll eat dinner with yah every night and you'll keep makin' the same shit."

If I look him in the eye I'll laugh so I focus on the mark I gave him. The little white dot in the middle of the blue star has grown into a pure white star. I can't help but reach out and touch it before I answer him, "It's good shit though."

He takes my hand and takes a step forward, "Damn right it's good shit and I'm on to your little tricks."

It's the most playful I've seen him since that night. "And what little tricks are you talking about?" I'm not playing games with him because I really have no idea what he's talking about. He leans in closer so I let him kiss me.

He pulls away for a moment to look me in the eye, "Feedin' me all this shit ta fatten me up."

"Oh am I now?"

"Yeah you are." He answers as he kisses my cheek. "Next thin' I know you're making Shepherd's pie or something." He turns his attention to my neck giving me long warm kisses down my neck.

I know what he's doing and while my body tenses up for a moment I let myself lean into his kisses, his gentle touch and hug. It's been over two weeks that I've let him hug let alone kiss me like this. It's something we both need. I mean it wasn't his fault. He cares and still loves me no matter how cold I've gotten towards him. I haven't meant to.

Julia says it's normal but I want to move past it. I mean I want this damn it; I've wanted this for a long ass time. Sure it's taken me a while but I know I want this hot headed Alpha with a well, now with a slightly soft abs and ass. He says I'm the pulse in his heart and I want him to be mine. Yeah it sounds selfish but don't we both deserve to be happy; to make this work? So I push him towards the shower, "Wait a second 'ere." He says slightly surprised, "Now what are yah doin'?"

"Why waste water?" I says as my face reddens, "I mean you have to take on too anyway so…" I trail off as he watches me.

After a moment of thinking it over he asks, "Yah sure?"

Again I look away realizing where his mind went, "Not like I'm asking for shower sex just…time together. So don't make this awkward or anything."

With a laugh he pulls off his boxers, "Oh don't worry you're doin' a fine job of that on your own." Just as I'm about to tell him to shut up he turns on the water, "Shower sex would be nice though."

Sometimes I wonder if that's all Alphas can thing about. "We could just talk."

"Yeah we could, and I could have a shower beer while I'm in here." He says as I join him. I know he's joking about the second part. "But what do yah wanna talk about?"

I've come this far but what can we really talk about that hasn't already been said? I could pick a safe topic or something completely off the wall and see where that goes. So while I pick up the shampoo I decide on a topic, "Well-"

"What are we namin' her?"

Sure it catches me off guard but I'm positive he's been thinking about this question for a long time. "Well I haven't really thought about a name yet." He nods as he takes the bottle. "Have you?"

"A few here and there."

Now I'm interested, "Okay so give me a few examples?" What I don't ask though is what is this we?

"Sofia, Abby, Katherine, Lucy…I did like Emma and Heather is cute." He's really thought this all out, "What do yah think?" he asks as I rise off.

"I think you have too much time on your hands."

"So yah don't like any of them?" He asks as he stands under the water. His red hair falls into his green eyes, he looks so disappointed.

I can't help but push his hair out of his face, "I like one or two of them."

He turns off the water but doesn't get out, "Which ones?"

Thankfully my stomach growls as she kicks, "Later." I answer as I grab my towel. "She's hungry, I'm hungry and I'm sure you and Peter are too."

He stands in the doorway naked as he watches me dry off, "Gonna avoid the question huh?"

"Yeah pretty much." I say with a smile, "So are you going to get dressed or walk around naked all day?"

"Well it ain't fun unless someone else does it with me."

"Nice try." I say while I dig in my dresser for something warm to wear. "But I don't think Peter should see any of that." I know I brought a sweatshirt but as I pull it out I doubt it will fit me anymore. "Shit…" I say as I lay it over my chest hating that I threw it into the dryer.

I throw it on the bed before noticing that he's handing me one of his. "Here this should fit yah."

It's the dark green sweatshirt he uses when he hunts so I know while it's worn it's still warm and soft, "You sure?" I ask as he pulls up his pants.

"Yeah I'm sure. It'll fit for a while to come and with it gettin' colder yah need somethin' better than those tee shirts you wear." He says as he picks up his cigarettes. "Sorry if it smells like smoke but that should come out in a wash or two." With one last kiss to my cheek he walks out for his morning smoke.

Once he's gone I bring it up to my nose and breathe it in. Sure it smells a little like smoke but it mostly smells like him. It's a comforting smell of matches, whiskey and him that gives me a delighted tingle in my head. I put it on as I walk out the door knowing that I won't be washing it that often no matter how many times I'll wear it.

Again she kicks me as I walk down the stairs. "I know." I say softly, rubbing little circles by her kick. "We'll eat soon." Since I know he's not listening I coo, "My little Heather." He was right it is a cute name but I won't tell him that just yet.