3 months later
CPOV
My head felt like it was crushed by a boulder, its has been 3 months since I saw Derek and my aunt said I was in 3rd term ready to pop at any minute, considering the risk I don't like that sound. It was February, 12 but it was below zero, so I could go outside and everyone would expect I was wearing a lot of layers but considering this special pregnancy I'm not allowed out much, but today I was determined to go to Buffalo. It was my Moms' birthday today and I needed her help and talk to my Dad, we used to visit her gar every year on her birthday and I highly doubt he would stop the tradition because of my disappearance.
"Do you got the keys to the house and car, you also remember the directions right?" I nodded not in a mood to speak, "And remember even the slightest cramp call me and we will meet somewhere in the middle if your too far away."
"I know d-d-don't worry," Buffalo was only an hour and a half away but I could tell why she was so worried I was too, I might die in the next week, I'm fat and about to explode, and I can only keep down BP and J pickle sandwiches, and hot chocolate, so yes I was very worried. I got in the car with a full medical kit, courtesy of Aunt Lauren and a forged a learners permit because no matter how muted I tried I could not look 17 and in case I get caught on the road, (even though I think Aunt Lauren taught me well) she made Jaime come with me. For the past 3 months I have been home schooled by a necromancer named Jaime O' Casey she tutored me in everything from science to necrology, she used to be a spiritual actress for this talk show apparently until she quit after trying to contact Marilyn Monroe. She then took up private tutoring for supernaturals, even though she didn't do as great in school she was a really good teacher, she also understood about my condition because her boyfriend was a werewolf who went through a pregnancy similar to my situation with two other werewolves and her boyfriend is where my aunt has been getting advise. Jaime has fiery red hair and looked like she could have just come from People magazine and she is also really good company sometimes. While in the car Jaime turned to me and started trying to distract me it wasn't worked so she stopped, for about 15 minutes.
"OK, Truth or Dare," she said I quickly looked at her to see if she was joking her eyes glittered with amusement but no joking quality.
"a-a-are you serious?" I asked her, one look on her face says she was still trying to distract me or find out something out about me just have to pick the one I want. "dare" Distraction.
"You wont let me find out anything will you, ok I-"
"Haha you really badly want a truth question ok Truth" About my Life.
"How did you fall for your werewolf? I don't want any names but I'm a little curious and you don't have to tell me if you don't want to." My heart constricted inside my abdomen I felt the baby kick hard but not painful, just hard enough to remind me that it was there.
"W-w-well it wasn't l-l-love at first sight if thats what you're thinking."
DPOV
"Man don't do this just because you can't be with Chloe was ripped out of your life, besides where will you even go?" Simon looked at me as if he would take away my sneakers fortunately I already cleared it with Dad, even if I didn't him taking my shoes wouldn't stop me this time.
"I'm going to join the pack," before Simon could complain I started to explain, "two months ago, I was able to find the Alphas email she works at the Toronto times her names Elena I used her work email to explain my story. She gave me her private email and free admittance to the pack." I looked at him his look was unidentifiable.
"So you're really going to leave me with a depressed Tori?"
"Sorry" that was about the time I walked past him with my suitcase and put it in the car Dad bought me. We said our goodbyes and I left at 10:00 AM maybe to never see them again. It was a Long drive from White Oak NC to Syracuse NY roughly 12 hour on a regular business day if you plan on going the correct speed limit which I don't plan on considering I can spot a cop a half mile away so for me it was roughly going to be 9 hours. Since I planned to make little or no stops I also packed a whole carry on worth of random snacks, at about 3:00 PM they were empty, by 5:00 PM I was starving considering I was in a town just outside of Scranton PA, I decided I was making good timing so I stopped at MacDonnalds.
"Hello welcome to MacDonnalds how may I help you?" an overly peppy girl said into the microphone.
"Four Big Macs, three cokes, and a sprite." I said in a rush so I could get in the road already but apparently overly peppy did not want to rush.
"Would you like fries with that" overly peppy said with an ear perching squeak.
"Sure" I mumbled just loud enough to be heard.
"OK please proceed to the next window" she squealed, I was already driving to the window before overly peppy could finish, when I got to the window overly peppy greeted me she was a girl small with died red hair and a name tag that said Reilly, Where did I see her before? …Oh shit she's Margarets' daughter. Back at the safe house when Margaret was Chloes' teacher and when we were on high alert, I looked in her wallet I found nothing of interest just a few credit cards a couple of bills and Reilly's picture with best daughter below it. "That will be $18.76 oh and I left my number in the bag" she winked, it wasn't always that girls came on to me but apparently when you lose your acne, greasy hair, and BO from your pre-change life, your apparent seclusion is a "bad boy babe-magnet" as Simon put it but with this girl I just wanted to be rid of her fast so I gave her a 20, said keep the change and sped of and wasn't relaxed until I reached the pack address. A blonde hair blue eyed girl with a canadian accent greeted me while carrying a little girl in her arms.
"Hello you must be Derek?" I nodded "Welcome to the pack."
CPOV
I sat there for over an hour trying to talk to Mom but I could only get muffled words of comfort I could barely hear and I could only cry knowing that this was the only way I could speak to her ever again. "It will be OK baby I know it will," Mom said trying to cheer me up.
"I-I-I hope so," I started to cry.
"Choe," I turned around and there was my dad standing there astonished, "is that you?" he definitely looked older since when I last saw him about half a year ago, his hair was almost all grey and he had more age lines. I felt a stream of grief washing down my back, Did I do this?
"Ya Dad its me," He tried to hug me in a huge bear hug but I had to stop him because of my "nine month baby bum" and do one if those awkward distance hugs, I didn't think that would have been a problem because my Dad never was a hugger.
"Oh Chloe common, lets get you of the streets and in less layered close,"
I was about to cry, "Dad I c-c-cant," he looked at me.
"Whats wrong Chloe?" he said in a voice that made me start crying.
"The less you know the be-be-better but I'm in danger, I d-d-don't have Schizo, and if I stay w-w-with you they might kill you, and if you don't believe me Aunt Lauren wr-wr-wrote a note," I gave him the note, "I-i-it says pretty much wh-wh-what I said but Aunt Lauren said why she is with me to."
"Chloe is this the last time I will see you?" I couldn't look at him.
"Probably" I snuck a peak he was crying, "goodbye Dad."
He looked at me, "Goodbye Chloe when this is all over if I'm still alive come back to visit."
"I w-w-will," I said then went in the shallow woods behind Moms grave after I got out of the woods their was a parking lot, thats where Jaime and the car was, I let Jaime drive. We didn't speak for most of the way home but when we were about 15 minutes away from home liquid gushed my pants I froze, "Jaime drive faster my wa-wa-water just br-br-broke," she snuck a glance at me her eyes widened.
"Shit, shit, shit OH SHIT!" she floored it and had about three cops trailing her in 10 minutes it did not help seeing them especially with the pain I was in but I did care we were a block away from home.
"Jaime if I-i-i don't live through this I want the names to be-"
"Shut up your going to live!" either way I wrote them down on a piece of paper and handed it to her. "Wait theirs only a girls name on here?"
"Co-co-couldn't think of b-b-boy" the contractions were getting worse.
"Go inside I will handle the cops," I waddled as fast as I could inside and Aunt Lauren met me at the door and so the proceeder began. Oh my god there was so much pain my vision reddened from the pain, Jaime joined us after what seemed to be hours but was probably 10 minutes, a little while after that I stooped breathing, "Shit Lauren what do we do" Aunt Lauren came to my throat and stuck a tube in it on the other sir of the tube there was a pump.
"Start pumping with the time on the clock if that doesn't work pump faster," Aunt Lauren said sternly, "I'm not letting her die." Air started to come back but then it was time for me to push.
"OK Chloe you got to push now, I know your scared but you have to pus now." She looked at me like she just told me I had cancer, I nodded, "1, 2, 3 PUSH" I pushed it was the worst pain I ever felt. Jaime started to hold my right hand. "1, 2, 3 PUSH" More pain I felt Derek hold my left hand, wait what? My head shot up to look for Derek he wasn't their but I felt his grip on my hand, "One more time 1, 2, 3 PUSH!" I heard a baby cry. "A boy 7 pounds 2 ounces here you go Chloe" she handed me the infant boy with black hair to me, when I saw his eyes I gasped, they were a brilliant emerald green and I new what I was going to name him.
"H-h-his name is Derek Adrian Sousa," I said but before Aunt Lauren could object I blanked out with the last thing I heard which was Jaime take Derek get me the paddles.
DPOV
Jaime take Derek get me the paddles.
I woke up in a cold I was in my new room in the pack house. All I could remember from that dream was me trying to hold Chloes hand, then her passing out and Lauren reaching for the paddles.
"So are you deciding that you are going to wake up the whole house with your hyperventilation or are you going to stop" I looked over to see Clay on the other side of the room.
"I-I-I think my mates dead" I said as the colour drained from my face out o realization.