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Chapter 63: Grandpa Charlie

It had been successful telling the pack, all of them had accepted the news with enthusiasm and happiness. Quil had taken to calling Paul, the sperminator because he'd gotten me pregnant really quickly. He was not amused whilst myself and the others had doubled over in laughter when we found out. Well in a way he was, he had indestructible wolf spunk, so the nickname fitted him perfectly. Quil joked that it had been a case of seek and fertilize, I was laughing so hard I ended up with a stupid stitch in my side and by Christ it hurt. Paul just sat there with a scowl on his face, grumbling about quill being an annoying fuckwit and how he was going to shove his foot so far up his ass he wouldn't be able to walk properly for a week. I hit him on his arm, telling him to lighten up. His attitude got so bad though, I had ended up having to use my heat to calm him down. His whole body had been vibrating, was on the verge of phasing until I put my hand on him, pushing the heat in and instantly his body eased. Once he'd settled, I ordered him to apologise for being an ass to quilting, then ordered quill to apologise for taking it a bit too far, they shook hands like good little wolf boys and were friends again. Leah had watched the whole disagreement with a smirk. Childish bloody behaviour resulting in playground disagreements, idiot's. Sam had spent some of the night advising me on how I was going to tell my dad about the baby, both of us came up with an idea at the same time. Smiling secretly to each other, Paul eyed us suspiciously. He didn't like it because Sam and I were rather close as we chatted, Paul had become increasingly territorial as the night had drawn on, one by one the guy's came up to me, hugging me and sniffing me, I was like some sort of addictive scent to them, they were getting high on sweetness. I just giggled, as each if them had hugged me, sniffing long and deep, taking a good whiff of Eau De Bella.

Paul had had enough and had thrown me over his shoulder saying it was bedtime for his baby momma and we had a busy day ahead. I was glad in a way because I genuinely was tired and was even getting a bit grumpy. Taking me home, Paul kept his hand on my thigh, grumbling yet again about me smelling so damn good, even threatening to lock me in the bedroom till I had the baby and keep the stupid smelling wolves away. I told him that this would never work and that it was only because I was having the first pack baby that they were over excited about it, it was just as new to them as it was for us. He accepted this fact grudgingly. He moaned the whole drive back to the house, Embry had said that he would be back later with Angela, I told him to calm down with the sex marathons. He'd gone bright red then had the brass ball's to blame it all on Angela, saying she couldn't get enough of him. I just shook my head at him and told him I'd see him at home. Once inside, Paul made us a hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows, it was delicious. We chatted for a while, about nothing in particular, we lay on the sofa, him at one end, me at the other, my legs hung over his. We really needed to get a bigger sofa, Paul took up the whole bloody thing with his enormity.

"So are you going to tell me what you were discussing with Sam, or is it private?" Asked Paul questioningly.

"We talked about how you and I are going to tell my dad about the baby, we also came up with an idea but I have to run it by you first" I said smiling cheekily.

"So, what is this great idea then?" Asked Paul curiously.

So I told him and he smirked as he stroked my belly protectively again. He agreed, so we decided to get it done tomorrow, hoping that Charlie reacted just as well as the pack had. I would phone him in the morning and see if it was okay for Paul and I to come over, we would bring dinner of course, dad was a sucker for my chicken pie, so that would be getting made in the morning also. I was keeping everything crossed that he wouldn't shoot Paul. He wouldn't anyways as he knew what I'd do to him. It was a running joke between my dad and me, that if Paul ever hurt me, it was open season on Paul, no two ways about it. I was determined Paul would never find this fact out though. It was private, between my dad and I, nobody else. Paul decided it was bedtime as I was getting heavy eyed and yawning, so he picked me up and took me to our room, I'm still getting used to saying this by the way, he helped me get out of my clothes and into my jammies, then got himself ready and lay beside me, under the covers, holding me to him, listening to the steady beat if his heart, I slowly felt my eyes beginning to droop as I succumbed to sleep.

In the morning, it was the usual race for the toilet to deal with the morning sickness. I ought to just move my ass in here on a more permanent basis as my head now seemed to be having a close intimate relationship with the toilet bowl. I heard Paul moving about in the kitchen, he'd gotten me some ginger crunches and some crackers on a plate with some steaming hot sweet tea to calm my tummy down. Paul leant down to my belly gently saying to junior to give me a break, all this being sick was taking its toll on me and I was really tired of it. Finishing my crackers, Paul kissed me on the cheek reminding me that he had to go to see old Quil about something they'd been gossiping about last night. He told me he would be back no later than two to help me get ready for Charlie's. I asked him very sweetly could he please get what I wanted to which he replied with a smile and nod. I loved my wolf man.

I started to make the chicken pie for the dinner tonight, just as Angela and Embry emerged from his room, it had been reasonably quiet during the night so I think Embry had heeded my warning. Angela began to help me with the pie, chopping up the vegetables and such like. Embry Sat on the sofa and began to have a war with the television remote. It never seemed to work fir his hand due to the fact that his fingers were fucking massive, he'd press two and five would come up, so on and so forth. He always ended up cursing it, switching it off, grumbling then switching it back on just to repeat the whole process over again. Typical guy, never admitting it's his fault. Angela went over to help him as he was getting annoying with the pacing around the living room like some caged tiger. We chilled out for a while, between my heads hourly visits to the toilet bowl. Highly attractive, not. Paul returned on time as promised and ran me a bath, filled with bubbles and sweet smelling bath oils. I sank into it gratefully. He washed my back and gave me a massage once I'd gotten out of the bath as I'd complained about my muscles being sore. I then git changed and Paul and I headed over with the pie, to Charlie's. He answered the door smiling brightly at the sight of us, and the pie of course. It was his ultimate favourite meal, plus the one I'd made was humongous. I stuck it in the oven whilst my dad and Paul sat in the living room talking about football. Guy's, it's all they can converse about.

The oven dinged, signalling the pie was ready, I'd made a pile if mashed potatoes to go with it, another of Charlie's favourites. We sat down and I served the plates up to both my dad and Paul. They talked about my dad's work and about the pack. It was when we'd finished, I smiled at Paul, he then pulled out the bag from his jacket which he'd hung over the chair.

"We got you a present dad" I said softly with a small smile.

"Yeah, you guys didn't need to do that" he said with a smile.

He opened the bag, taking out the contents and looking at it.

It seemed like a lifetime before he spoke, Paul and I sat there, awaiting his eruption and fir him to race for his gun. It never came.

"Kiddo, does this mean what I think it means?" He asked me gently.

"Yes dad, it does" I answered him straightforwardly.

"Are you ok with it? I promise to look after her Charlie, I swear" pleaded Paul. It was funny, Paul was a wolf but he was terrified if my dad's wrath.

"Its a bit of a shock, but you have made me both so happy" smiled my dad, he was actually crying.

I went over to him and hugged him, then he got up from the table, disappearing into the living room. I looked to Paul, who shrugged his shoulders.

It was a couple of minutes later, my dad reemerged with it on, his t-shirt.

"Well, how does it look?" He asked.

He had in a t-shirt, similar to the one Paul had gotten me, with the word's...

GRANDPA CHARLIE

I ran to my dad, he was going to be a grandpa, he never questioned me about anything, just accepting that I was happy and as long as I was...

So was he.