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Their wolves had indeed calmed down, just like Alcide had said they would after about a week of normality. Work had been an added bonus for Alcide, constantly being appraised for his new accomplishments, where as Carla's had been hell.
Alcide had never known a police officer, so to see her go through the emotional turmoil over the cases she dealt with was painful. He wanted to make everything better for her, and he had tried. Not in the mood, and obviously under the stress of their new binding relationship she snapped at him.
He had backed off, his hands in the air defensively. He had never felt so unwanted before in his life, and even Debbie hadn't responded the way Carla did over something he had done for her. It had indeed hurt his feelings so he simply sat outside on the front porch with both dogs at his feet.
About an hour later Carla came out in her pajamas and he cringed preparing himself for a fight. But when she curled up next to him and wrapped her arms around his waist he stiffened. He wasn't sure what was happening until she mumbled she was sorry. In an instant, his muscles relaxed and his fingers entangled in her hair. Her body still felt stiff, but after a few minutes of his fingers rubbing her scalp she was completely relaxed. He then pocketed the idea for later.
This part of their relationship was hard; they were still discovering what made each other tick. Alcide had learned that unlike most people Carla required a lot of her own space when dealing with her own problems, and when she was ready she would come to him or would be approachable. He was very much the type of person to deal with the problem any way possible, and the sooner the better.
But regardless of her mood, he always showed up at her house after he finished work. She always left early in the morning, hours before he did and always seemed to be home before him. Somewhere during these hours she would take a long bath, and change into something comfortable. The smell of her bubble bath clung to her soft skin. She would be halfway through cooking dinner, or she would be scooping out two plates.
It had been a long time since he had been cooked meals on a regular basis so no matter what she made, he ate it without complaint and there was always a lot to eat.
As part of their nightly ritual, he would touch her. The need to know she existed strong and it always calmed his inner wolf. Usually he simply ran his hand along her exposed back grabbing her hip to pull her into him, a deep growl in his throat. Then other times he would run a hand along her flat tummy, reminding himself of the life that was growing inside. If he were lucky and surprised her, she would squeal.
Coming home twenty minutes late, he pulled into her driveway and shut the car off. He barely noticed a couple across the street lean towards each other and whisper their eyes stuck on him. This was the same couple that came over with a plate of cookies when he had adorned Debbie to inquire it everything was all right. It didn't take long for news to spread that his fiancé no longer lived there.
He couldn't help but think about how they were snoopy bastards. He had half a mind to go over to them and tell them that yes, he and Carla were screwing like rabbits. Except with a lot more colourful vocabulary, and when they sat stunned by his outburst he would tell them about how she was with his pup.
As much as he liked this idea he knew it was a bad one, and Carla didn't need any more stress. She put up a good front, but she was stressed about her job, the baby, and their relationship. She would sometimes find herself doing something extremely natural to a mated couple, and then would apologize profusely.
These were the moments where she buried her face in his chest and took a deep inhale of his sent. She would get lost in her own little world for a moment before pulling away her cheeks red. He had to assure her every time it was normal, and that he in fact did the same thing too. He had yet to tell her that her sent had begun to change, and that if she were in a pack many members of the pack (him included) would be sticking their noses up her hind end. So smelling his sent was normal, and the least of her worries.
There were also moments where she would groom him, and her hands would drift to his belt buckle. But in all she was slowly becoming accustomed to her own behaviour, and most of all his. At times he forgot that he needed to hold back, forgetting that this was all new to her. He would grab, groom, nip, guide, and smell her often.
Pushing the front screen door open he was greeted by Lucy who wagged her tail happily. He gave her a soft pat before kicking his shoes off. Bruce was sitting in the living room on the couch he had almost yelled at the dog knowing they weren't allowed on the furniture when he realised Bruce was watching something on the couch.
Curious he walked into the living room and to the opposite side of the couch. To his surprise Carla was laying on the couch a heating pad on her stomach and her arm over her face the unmistakeable stains of tears on her cheeks.
"Carla, Babe what's wrong?" his voice burst out of his chest louder then he intended, startled she jumped into a sitting position and looked around the room disorientated. He had known at that moment she had fallen asleep at some point and he had startled her awake.
Wiping the dried tears away from her face she stood up and quickly readjusted herself, she tried to ignore the look Alcide was giving her as she tried to continue on like nothing was wrong. She then tried to move around him and sneak out of the room before he grabbed her gently, pulling her back.
He had never seen her act in such a way, and he was extremely worried. He knew it was more than her having a bad day at work, if she was having a bad day at work there would be ice cream bar wrappers floating around the living room and dogs hiding upstairs.
"Babe, what's wrong you can tell me?" He didn't know how dangerous those words were until she exploded a hormonal rant on him that stunned him.
"I've been craving meat all day, but I can't stand in a room long enough to smell it cooking before I start puking my guts out. My boobs are sore; nothing tastes right, I can smell anything from a mile away, and I'm incredibly horny." Alcide carefully cleared his throat, and with gentle hands he grabbed her face, clearing her tears off her face with his calloused thumbs. He tried to ignore the last bit of information she shared with him, and figured he would address her other concerns before they got to that.
"Babe, those are all normal, I can't really help you with your boobs, or your nose. But if you want meat, ill cook you some meat, how does that sound?" she nodded her head and pulled her face away from his hands. He knew she was still overwhelmed with things so he pulled her into his chest wrapping his strong arms around her and kissing her forehead.
"I'll cook tonight, just tell me what you want." He muttered into her hair line, a sigh of relief passed her lips and her tiny hands grabbed his arms resting them in her own strange way of hugging him. She squirmed for a second trying to get comfortable before she answered.
"Stake." She mumbled into his chest, it felt good to be in his arms and Carla could slowly feel herself starting to wind down. She could never get over how at ease she was with him around, and at times it left her bewildered. It was crazy to her how easily her body would change when he was around, how even him just walking into the room could excite her. She still tried to tell herself it was too early in their relationship for any of those kinds of feelings, but yet she had them.
She was positive that if Alcide were to leave her side for more than a few hours that she would go crazy. The week she had refused to talk to him and tried to figure out things on her own had been hell. She acted more like an animal in her own home knowing he was across the street then a human. She couldn't handle it, and she finally gave up. It had taken every ounce of power she had not to jump him seeing him for the first time in many days, but in the end it didn't matter her wolf unhappy with the way things were going, took over. Alcide's other half was thinking the same thing. When both wolves were happy with Carla's and Alcide's understanding of the relationship they backed off a little.
Carla knew their relationship wasn't normal, they had only been together for a few weeks and they were already having sex regularly. It made her feel dirty some times, because sex with Alcide started to become moments where she was no longer under control of her animal self.
She would then tell herself that Alcide had already gotten her pregnant, and they were mates. There was no reason why she shouldn't have sex with him, and now that her hormones were starting to go wild she could justify her actions even more.
"What else do you want?" He asked, slowly trying to plan their meal in his head. He had at first thought about stake, potatoes, and corn on the cob all of which he could do on the barbeque in about a half an hour but when she shook her head and assured him that she only wanted stake he almost completely through the idea out the window.
He would just make whatever sides he wanted, and if she wanted some she could eat what little extras he made. They pulled away from each other sharing a small kiss, Carla then curled back up on the couch placing her heating pad on her stomach.
Tonight she would lay there until dinner was ready and maybe they would watch a movie, or they might just simply go to bed early. Carla was tired and extra sleep would be good for her, and he would be more than happy to curl up in bed with her. If he got bored he would just watch the television on low.
Alcide had finished cooking in record time, and silently dished out two plates. Although Carla had requested just meat, he had thrown some potatoes and corn on her plate. If she didn't eat them he wouldn't be offended he just wanted to make sure that she had the option. Slipping into the living room he handed her, her plate and sat down on the couch beside her.
They never ate in the living room, and he always assumed it was because she had a white couch. How she managed to keep it in such pristine condition with two dogs surprised him and with a child hovering around the house he knew it would never happen. The couch would be destroyed within minutes if little hands plastered anything on it.
He watched her in the corner of his eye peel the fat off the stake with her fingers skillfully handing it to each of the dogs, a look of pure disgust on her face. He had never seen her act like this before so he tried to hold the chuckle in his chest. She then poked around at her corn only clearing some of the meat, and corn from her plate.
Finished with his own plate he wiped his mouth with what Carla called Fancy Napkins, which was really just plain, old paper towels. He gently took her plate, taking the dishes to the sink where he placed them in carefully. Then in a swift movement tossed the paper towels in the garbage and made his way back to the living room.
Carla had stretched out on the couch her feet taking over his spot. Wanting to be near her he picked up her tiny feet with one hand and sat down placing her feet in his lap. It was then he noticed the slight swelling of her feet. It was faint but he could still tell she was uncomfortable. He figured it was the shoes she wore all day, as well as the imbalance of hormones in her body, because it was unusual for women's feet to swell this early in pregnancy.
He absent mindedly started to rub her sore ankles, ignoring the sigh that came from her lips. He had a lot on his mind, and although during the day he was good at putting the thoughts away, it was when he got home that the wheels started to turn.
Usually he thought about him and Carla, but then he would start to wonder to the baby and how they needed so many things and how he had to baby proof the home. He hadn't realized in his thoughts that Carla had pulled her feet from his lap and replaced herself, her mouth lightly treading kisses on his jaw and her hands at his belt.
His mind instantly snapped back to what she was saying before and not that he was complaining he shifted so they could have more access to each other's bodies. Her sent was overwhelming in his nose, it was sweet and the soft hint of her pregnancy tickled his nose. He could feel the rumble of possessiveness in his chest as he ran his hands up her torso. Her hands had found their way up his shirt when there was a knock at the door.
Both uncaring they ignored the quick rap before it echoed through the house a second time. Carla groaned out frustration, and tried to continue on with her plans. Then a third more impatient knock ruptured through the house, annoyed, angry and frustrated Carla pulled her mouth and hands away from Alcide running a hand through her messy hair.
He knew in the next few moments she was going to get extremely upset so he gave her a simple kiss and told her that he would answer the door. The last glimpse he caught of her, she was fixing her shirt and putting pillows back into their proper positions.
Alcide expected the person at the door to be a sales person, or even a group of religious converters, not his sister who squealed in excitement when she saw him through the screen door. Her squeal was so loud, and her banter about how happy she was for him could be heard in the living room. Both dogs curious came barreling towards the noise.
Through the chaos Alcide couldn't get a word in, and Janice let herself into the home. Alcide knew he couldn't get a word in otherwise, even if he could Janice wouldn't leave until she got what she wanted and judging by her banter she was here to see Carla.
He had to at least calm her down, before she rushed through the rest of the house. The last thing he wanted was Carla to be completely horrified by his sister and develop second thoughts about his family. Of course his plan never even rolled into action when Carla peeked around the wall catching the sharp eye of his sister. Then suddenly another squeal left her lips, and Carla was attacked by his sister.
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