**TRIGGER WARNING** This chapter will have discussion of miscarriage.

TWEEK

TWO MONTHS LATER

After much difficulty I decided to not enroll not school this semester. I didn't want to risk being too stressed out. Craig and I have so much to do. Craig got the promotion at work like I knew he would. This week is his last week on the night shift. He is looking forward to being home with me at night. I honestly would like to sleep beside him. As the pregnancy has gone on, I find myself having to sleep in his bed surrounded by his scent. It is comforting to me and the baby. I smile to myself as I wipe the counters.

I didn't think Craig would take to being a father as much as he has. I know he wasn't on board at first and even I myself was having second thoughts. This is the best decision we could have ever made not just for ourselves but our relationship. Craig is learning to cook so I am not having to stand or walk as much. He does his best to keep his room tidy and smelling fresh at all times. He even does my laundry from time to time. I seriously don't have to lift a finger if I allowed him to fully take over like he prefers. It doesn't feel right to me. I should still be able to do some things. I told him I am fine doing some things, but he is being stubborn.

"Tweek honey," says Mom. "You don't have to do that."

"Mom, I'm good," I reply. My parents found out a month ago that I'm pregnant. They were so happy for me. I am not surprised seeing how they were so excited for me to start mating. They are looking forward to being grandparents. They will help me as much as they can. Being a new mom I appreciate the offer. I'm sure I will need some help. "I'm still capable of wiping things down. I'm not lifting anything." Mom walks over touching my belly.

"When do we find out the gender?" she asks.

"In another 2 weeks!" I reply. "I feel like I had to wait forever. They pushed it back further than I would have wanted. My doctor is very popular apparently."

"Makes me glad we didn't know long," says mom. I can feel the baby move making me grin. Mom giggles feeling the movement as well. I will never get tired of feeling those butterfly kicks. I like feeling the baby move. I know that means they are doing well in my eyes. "I can't believe how small you still are at 22 weeks."

"Mom," I say blushing. She giggles before removing her hand. She takes the rag and spray bottle from me.

"I will handle this," she replies. "You do something else lighter."

"Alright," I reply walking around the counter. "I will close up so we can finish cleaning." It is a slow night which lead us to begin cleaning earlier. The sooner we get started, the sooner we can leave! I head up front to lock the doors. It's about that time. I'm in the process of locking the door when it flies back hitting me so hard it knocks me off my feet. My head hits the ground dazing me slightly. On instinct I immediately gasp grabbing my stomach. I roll over my side cradling my stomach groaning.

"Shut the fuck up!" shouts a raspy voice. I glance up to see a gun being pointing at me once my vision clears. The guy swiftly aims towards my mom. Oh my god….. "Give me the money in the register. All of it." Mom looks terrified as I feel.

"O-okay, okay-y," she stammers going into the register.

"Put that shit all in the bag," he instructs waving the gun slightly. "Change too." Mom fills up the bag with what we had in there. "Walk over here slowly. Don't try no funny shit or I will shoot him." He points the gun at me to show us he means business. "Put the bag on the floor." Mom walks slowly placing the bag at his feet. He takes the bag still pointing the gun at me but points it at my mom. He walks backwards until he is out the door. He takes off running into the night. Mom rushes over locking the door.

"Tweek!" she shouts.

"Mommy…." I cry feeling overwhelmed. I begin gasping for air feeling like I'm going to have an anxiety attack.

"I'm calling the police!" she exclaims. "Are you okay?"

"I don't know!" I cry scared to move cradling my stomach. I haven't let go since I fell.

"Your head is bleeding!" exclaims mom.

"I don't care!" I yell. "He hit the baby!"

"Let me call 911!" replies mom freaking out. I know she doesn't want to leave me, but she does to grab her cell phone in the back. Mom calls 911 with them answering quickly. They are sending an ambulance and the police after mom told them what happened. She stays on the phone with them. They are firing off so many questions. They wanted to know was I okay? Am I in any pain? They did instruct mom not to move me. I keep rubbing my stomach hoping baby is okay. I can feel my eyes watering. "They're here!" The ambulance arrives getting me strapped to the gurney. They are loading me inside when I scent Craig before I can even see him. Is he really here?

"Tweek!" he shouts coming into view. His anger is well felt from here.

"Holy shit," mutters the male paramedic. I know they can scent and feel his anger. Craig glares at them as he starts growling viciously. This is a attacking kind of growl. The paramedics can't make any sudden movements.

"That's my mate," I explain. "I need him to come with me." The paramedics submit allowing Craig inside. Mom is busy with the police filing a report. She will come to the hospital with dad when she is done. Craig grabs my hand rubbing my wrist gland into the side of his neck. He doesn't have room to lean over and scent me. The paramedic goes back to checking my vitals while one is checking out the wound on the back of my head.

"What the fuck happened?" he hisses.

"How did you know?" I ask. I shake my head in shock that he is here.

"I could feel you…" he says huskily. "I'm sorry my alpha….."

"It's okay," says the female paramedic addressing Craig. "We understand your mate is expecting and was in danger." Craig nods still rubbing my wrist into the side of his neck. "Your mates vitals are good, but his blood pressure is high." I'm scared. I almost died. Our baby almost died. "We are going to take good care of him."

"We are going to have to have his head further examined," states the male paramedic.

"What!" exclaims Craig.

"I hit my head when I was knocked down," I explain. My head hurts a little, but I'm not worried about myself. I'm worried about our child. I don't say anything further on the way to the hospital. Craig knows I'm worried. He wants to talk without the paramedics around. I mostly think it is because of the fact his alpha is still on edge. I am taken to a room right away with them sticking an IV in me.

"What is happening?" asks Craig because they haven't said much.

"We have contacted his doctor who is on the way," explains the nurse. "We are going to be keeping him overnight to keep an eye on his vitals. You are more than welcome to stay."

"Thank you," states Craig.

"Another doctor will be along soon to exam your head," replies the nurse. "The good news is the paramedics explained it is nothing serious. We will ensure you are well taken care of. Please ring this button if you have any questions or concerns." Soon as the nurse is done Craig is on me scenting every inch of me he can snarling loudly.

"I'm so pissed," he murmurs. I grab his hand.

"I'm amazed you felt me," I reply.

"Me too," sighs Craig pulling away so I can see him. His eyes are wet like he is about to cry. He blinks away the tears. "Like with this half bonding thing I don't feel you all the time, but I felt that. It made my fucking heart hurt. I remembered you were at work, so I went straight to the shop. That is when I saw you being put in the ambulance. I didn't want them to leave without me." I nod understandingly. "What the fuck happened."

"This guy robbed us!" I cry dropping my head. Craig begins to scent my wrist. I'm glad he did because I could feel the twitching coming. "He pushed the door so vigorously knocking me to the ground. The door hit our baby. He took everything. Dollar bills, coins, but he at least left right away. He had a gun pointed at me. I was frightened it would go off shooting me, mom or the baby. Our baby is all I could think of." Craig growls.

"I want to kill him!" he shouts. Craig buries his face into my neck. "What the fuck is wrong with people. Get a fucking job like the rest of us." He begins growling when a doctor walks into exam my head. Craig stands up moving beside my bed holding my hand. He is refusing to let go. Everything is a blur. The important part is the doctor said that I'm okay. He did say my head will be sore but overall I am good. That is what matters I guess. How is the baby? No one has told me yet. Soon as the doctor leaves I scoot over in my hospital bed for Craig to lay beside me. I want to cuddle. They didn't say I couldn't. Craig cell rings.

"Hello," he greets. "Hi Mrs. Tweak. Yeah, he is okay. No, they haven't said sh- I mean nothing has been said about the baby." There is a pause and I know my mom is talking. "Hold on Tweek is right here." He hands me his cell.

"Hey mom," I say slowly. I feel weak, drained, like I want to cry.

"How are you?" she asks. "How is the baby? What's happening!"

"I don't know," I sob. "My doctor is on the way to look at the baby even further. I'm pretty much fine but I don't feel fine." I begin rubbing my stomach. Please let everything be okay. I talk to mom for a little while. She wanted to update me on what happened after I left. She said she will be up to the hospital as soon as possible. I'm laying on Craig's chest when my doctor arrives. As tired as I am the anxiety kept me awake.

"Hi Tweek, how are you?" asks Dr. Castillo.

"I just want to know if the baby is okay," I reply cutting right to the point.

"Understandable," she replies. "I know they have already taken some blood work, but I am going to do an ultrasound okay." I nod my head yes in agreement. She rings for the nurse to come to my room with the ultrasound machine. Craigs raises from my bed knowing I will need to be lying down. He grabs my hand staying close. "I'm sorry to hear about what happened tonight. Is everyone okay?"

"My mom filed a police report," I reply. "We have never been robbed. I still can't believe this even happened."

"The world is changing and becoming more desperate," replies Dr. Castillo. "The things people will do for money is unreal." Craig growls and I kiss his hand as the nurse walks in with the machine. "We are going to have to open your gown. Alpha do I have your permission?" My doctor and nurse submit to Craig.

"Yes," he replies. This is not something they would usually do but I am sure they can sense Craig is on edge.

"You can continue holding his hand," says Castillo as I open my gown. God this room is freezing but this is important. I want to rub my lower belly but I know they have to put on the jelly. I watch Dr. Castillo pull out the wand as the nurse applies the jelly. She moves the wad around. "Baby looks good…." Craig releases a deep breath. I stare at the monitor to see our child moving. They're okay! "Tweek….are you in any pain at all?"

"No," I reply.

"Okay," she replies. Her scent changes alerting me to the fact something is wrong. "I'm sorry but you're going to lose the baby."

"What!" snaps Craig. I'm in shock. I feel like all the air just left my lungs. That can't be true! I can see the baby. It's moving, it's there, it's fine.

"His body went through a lot of trauma and stress," explains Dr. Castillo. "I'm so sorry but I can see his lining is already thinning. There is nothing we can do at this point except wait for him to give birth or he can take something to speed up the process." She submits after delivering this news. Craig growls.

"There is nothing we can do?" he asks with the tension well heard in his voice.

"No," she replies. "I'm so sorry. The baby's lungs are not developed yet at this stage. If not for that we could have helped the baby to survive." I have to kill my baby! They are forcing us to kill our child!

"We need a moment…" he hisses.

"Of course," says the nurse.

"We will be getting you scheduled for your C-section as soon as possible," says Dr. Castillo. "I know this is really hard." Is this a fucking a joke? Hard decision? Craig lets my hand go to wipe off the jelly closing my gown. No sooner than my doctor leaves the room it hits me hard as I burst into tears. Craig immediately takes me into his arms.

"No!" I cry. "The baby isn't ready! They're going to kill our baby!"

"Shhh….." coos Craig. "Your body is already doing the work. Babe I'm sorry." Craig growls while I bury my face into his chest crying my eyes out. I didn't know anything could physically hurt this bad.