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Carla had somehow managed to get his sister to calm down long enough to talk like a normal human being. He had to keep his jaw clenched shut in disbelief, and tried to reassure himself that this wasn't some magical power she had. She was after all a police officer.
Janice sat at the kitchen table explaining to Carla where her next highlights should go, and even pulled her hair around on her head to show her, where she herself would have put them. She continued to explain that there was ammonia free dyes that she could use that would be perfectly okay to use when she was pregnant.
When she was done she sat back down at the table and continued to blabber on. Alcide could feel his face flush when Janice for the third time, told Carla how adorable she was, and how happy she was that Alcide had finally found a girl. Then to be more direct slipped a comment out about how she wasn't a v-whore.
Carla almost cleared her throat awkwardly when she connected the dots, and knowing that much information was a little too much for her. Carla would have been very happy if she never saw Debbie again, and talking about her drug of choice made her shift uncomfortably. She had only dealt with a V addict once, and they had tried to carve another woman's arm off over a few drops in a vile.
Then with a flick of her wrist, Janice changed the conversation. She turned her gaze to Alcide who sat stiffly at the table. He could only imagine what she would say next. Flipping her hair behind her shoulder she spoke.
"Mom is throwing a congratulations party in a few weeks. For the both of you, and your family is invited too. She thinks it would be great for the families to get to know each other." Alcide watched the sudden panic that crossed Carla's face, and he silently cursed himself for not telling his mother that Carla had no family.
He knew why Carla was panicking and it wasn't just because she would be meeting his family, but because she was a lone wolf. Carla hadn't confirmed his suspicions, but he knew her childhood wasn't one of the best out there. Carla would show up alone, and she had already been explained how lone wolves were frowned upon.
Janice quickly caught on that she had said something to upset Carla. Carla excused herself, her face blank, and stiffly walked out of the room. The dogs trailing at her feet, Janice looked from Carla to her brother confused. Running a hand through his hair he chose his words carefully.
"Carla hasn't really talked about it, but she is a lone wolf. She wasn't even aware we traveled in packs until she met me, so I can only assume she doesn't have family or at least family like…us." He watched Janice's face twist into one of sympathy, he knew what his family was like and he knew they wouldn't care about the way she grew up. They would of course bombard her with questions, and there would always be a few members (like his cousins) who would make snide comments about lone wolfs.
His immediate family would only care that she treated him well, and that he had not bonded with a woman like Debbie. He could only imagine the excitement on his mother's face when she found out that Carla had a well-paying job, a better job than him. Unlike his family Carla had gone to college, she had an education.
Alcide had only achieved his grade 12 along with a few certificates needed with his job. Other than that he had been grandfathered into his career. Not that it was a bad thing. His parents after all never finished high school and had simply been lucky when it came to landing good jobs. He didn't grow up poor, but he didn't grow up in a house hold loaded with tons of extra cash.
"Mom won't care about that…I can talk to her; just make it a really small party." Alcide had to hold his hand up to stop his sister from continuing. Her heart was in the right place and he understood the excitement in the family, but this was all very new and scary to Carla.
"This is still new to her; I think it would be best that we hold off on anything too uncomfortable for her. We don't want her to run away now do we?" His statement was meant to be a joke, but it felt dry in his mouth. His sister gave him a soft smile back completely understanding. They had a huge extended family, and they sometimes got rowdy.
"I'll tell mom no parties, but you know she will still want the both of you to come to the cottage. She's been dying to meet Carla. Infact she hasn't stopped talking about being a grandmother since she found out." He knew that there was no way out of Carla meeting his mom, if they didn't show up to the cottage she would show up at his door step. Hands on her hips, scowl on her face. She would then give not only him, but Carla an ear full. He could imagine it right now; she would scold both of them from trying to keep her first grandchild from her.
"I'll talk to mom and let you know when we can come down; we might only just stay the night. It really depends on how Carla feels." Another smile spread across Janice's face, it looked strange to see his sister so serious but it wasn't like he hadn't seen the face before.
"You really like her don't you?" She asked watching her brother's breathing hitch. He and his sister were close but they never talked about their love lives, unless it was a bashing of Debbie and her wonderful appearances.
When Alcide didn't answer, the very words caught in his throat. He did care about Carla and he had thought a few times over the past couple of weeks of asking her if they would like to attempt living together, even though he practically lived at her place anyway but he had yet found the right time to ask. Nodding her head, his sister stood up grabbing her purse that hung over the back of the chair.
She slowly and silently made her way to the front door Alcide following behind her. Then at the door she stopped to slip on her shoes. A soft sigh escaped her lips when she finished pulling on her final shoe and looked up at her brother. Even with heals on she was shorter than him, and much like himself she towered over Carla.
"I'll talk to Mom, but you should expect a call from her by the end of the week." They both knew what their mother was like, and he knew that she would be calling at the end of the week to give him an earful. But that gave him a few days to plant the idea of meeting his mother into Carla's head.
With a stiff smile he opened the front door and showed his sister out. He watched from the screen door as she jumped into her dirty truck and pulled away from the side of the road flashing him a small wave. There was a chill in the air and he could smell the change. It was going to rain so shutting both front doors behind him; he made his way upstairs closing all the windows he could find on the way.
It wasn't until he closed his last window just outside Carla's bedroom that he heard a clap of thunder. Frowning he turned towards Carla's door. It was slightly ajar and a soft light peeked through the cracks. The light was from the light on her night side table. Carla would use the light to read before she went to bed, or sometimes in the middle of the night when she couldn't sleep.
Pushing the door open he peeked into the room, Carla was surprisingly not curled up reading the book like she normally would be. Instead she was standing in front of a long mirror she kept in the corner of her room. She had her shirt rolled up a little and her pants rolled down her hips. She ran a hand over her stomach and turned her body slightly to see if there was any change in her body. There had yet to be any visibly noticeable changes, but Alcide could definitely smell one, her breast were much larger, and her stomach was starting to become hard. She almost seemed void of any emotion, so he knew she was in deep thought.
"You won't see anything for a while." He said softly, she peeked in her mirror at him a frown on her face. Rolling her pants up and her shirt back down she muttered softly that she knew that. She walked away from the mirror and jumped on her bed, using her knees to crawl onto her side of the bed. Alcide froze at the thought; they both had their own sides of the bed.
"We don't have to go see my family if you don't want to." He said watching her carefully fiddle with the covers; dark circles were under her eyes. It was amazing how tired she was just after an hour and half with Janice at their dinner table.
"Well I'm going to have to meet them at some point. We are after all having a baby." She snapped, Alcide inhaled thinking for a split second. He was treading in deep waters, and one wrong comment could upset her or make her angry. In the back of his mind he couldn't help but think her new bounce in hormones had only just begun.
She fiddled with her pillows, the scowl that was on her face only moments before gone. He could understand how she felt, he had almost made himself sick the first time he had met Debbie's parents. But he was after all a teen and Debbie was his first girlfriend.
"I know we havn't talked about it, but because you were a lone wolf I can only assume a few things about your past, and one of them is that you probably don't have any wear parents… but that doesn't matter to my family. They only care if we're happy." He clenched his jaw waiting for her to do anything or say anything.
Carla was silent for a moment, she didn't like talking about her past and the only person she had said anything to was Sam. Sam understood because much like herself, he understood what it was like to be cast out as a freak.
"I never knew my parents; I grew up with my Grandmother." She paused for a second and she suddenly decided that if she was going to talk about her childhood she was just going to get to the point she didn't want to think about it longer then she needed to. This didn't make it any easier for her.
"After I first shifted my grandmother took me out into the woods and beat me so bad I passed out. I barely made it, in fact I should have died out in those woods because it would have been a lot better than living in the foster homes they placed me." She hadn't realised that she had stopped talking or had been crying until Alcide had sat down beside her and used his fingers to wipe the tears off her face. He pulled her into a hug and although she tried to stop herself from crying, she couldn't.
She had never been comforted before, sure she had talked about it but no one had ever tried to make her feel better about it. She could feel her chest tug a little more towards Alcide, and she knew that she was starting to feel some sort of love for him.
She pushed herself away from him, and laughed as she wiped the remanding tears from her face. They were both embarrassed and confused about what had just happened between them. It didn't seem to faze Alcide, but then again how could her problems? He used to love a drug addict, and Carla was sure dealing with a woman crying was easy for him.
Anger boiled in Debbie's chest as she silently watched from across the street. Not that she could actually see anything, but she could see enough that she knew what was going on. Alcide had mated with the bitch of a cop that asked her to leave weeks ago, and she could not only smell the sex the poured from her house but her pregnancy as well.
The anger burned so deeply that her eyes had started to glow and she thought of all the things she could possibly do to the girl. One of them being shifting and ripping her tiny throat out.
She and Alicde had been together for years and he wouldn't even consider mating with her, let alone having children with her. And yet here he was with another woman, and a woman he had only known for a few weeks expecting a pup.
She could tell that she wasn't too far along, no more than a month and the stench of her pregnancy would only get stronger. Before long every supernatural creature would know that she carried a pup inside her, and if they were smart they would stay away.
Packs were extremely protective of their pups, and even more so their members pregnant with pups. The males would go nuts if someone got to close to a wolf with a swollen belly, and it wasn't uncommon for the father to kill someone. It was one of those moments that a wolf lost all control of their self. They would kill their best friends, brothers and sometimes even their parents.
Debbie had not personally seen another wolf kill over a pregnant brod, but she didn't ever want to. If she wanted her revenge she would have to enforce it on the knocked up police officer and she would have to do it when Alcide wasn't around.
That was the only way that she could hurt both of them, and it made her giddy that Carla would receive the most pain. If she planned carefully enough she could ensure the miscarriage of Carla's baby and both partner's would be devastated. The plan almost seemed too perfect but she was unsure of how she was going to carry it out.
A second waft of air hit her face as the wind blew past her; it was mixed with the dogs, Alcide, pregnancy and sex. The scowl on her face deepened, shifting into a wolf she padded off into the darkness thinking about what her next move would be.
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