Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 119 Big Sister

Bastien’s POV

“I’m not sure we should do this today.” Selene frets, watching Lila nibble on a slice of apple. It’s just before lunchtime on Saturday, and we’ve agreed to tell our pup about the new addition to our family before night falls.

“Everyone is going to know before too long.” I remind her, “she should hear it from us, not from whispers on the street.”

“She wouldn’t know what they meant even if she did hear them.” Selene argues, “she’s too young. We should wait.” Only we can’t wait, because I need to know everything is alright before I leave for the Calypso pack. I need to make sure my family is on solid footing, that Selene and Lila can thrive without me. “The more time she has to get used to the idea, the better.” I remind my mate.

“Yes but “r” Selene trails off, cradling her belly, “Bastien nothing is certain until we’ve made it past the first trimester. If something goes wrong. I don’t want to have to explain that to her on top of everything else.”

“Is that what you’re worried about?” I question, striding towards her. “You’re afraid you might lose the baby?” The idea hadn’t even occurred to me, I’ve been so worried about Blaise Denizen and Selene’s health, that I never dreamed such a tragedy might occur amidst all our other problems.

“Not afraid so much as cautious.” She answers, “It’s a lot more common than you think.” “That’s not going to happen.” I insist, holding her tightly.

“You don’t know that.” Selene whispers sadly, “And you can’t control this. We don’t have the power here – only the Goddess does.”

“Selene.” I breathe, “this baby is going to arrive healthy and whole, in her own time and at her own pace.” I can’t explain why I think the child will be another girl, it’s just a feeling deep in my bones.

Selene is convinced it’s a boy, but we’ve agreed to leave it a mystery until the baby arrives.

“Stop saying that!” My wife exclaims, “You’ll jinx us.”

“Baby, it’ll be okay.” I promise, kissing her deeply, “now let’s tell Lila and help her get used to the idea, rather than courting disaster.”

“Fine,” She grumbles, “But she’s going to have a lot of questions, and since this is your idea, you get to be the one to answer them.”

“That’s alright by me.” I answer simply, internally baffled at how I’m going to explain where babies come from to a three year old, but unwilling to cave to Selene’s pressure.

our faces. They start out just for show, to help encourage the toddler to be excited, but it doesn’t take long for our

miniature’s attention. We have some exciting news to tell

and down in her chair, “Are we

my mate grins, squeezing my hand. “Our family is about to get bigger, and that’s always an

pup’s tiny face falls, scrunching up into an indignant

going to have a baby.” I explain gently. “In a few months you’ll have a

Selene corrects me in exasperation, swatting at my

and tugging her under my arm, I turn my attention back to our daughter. A

about this for a long moment, looking back and forth between our expectant

it’s not really a choice. It’s going to

I don’t want a baby” Lila answers pointedly, as if I’m being much too slow on

to get one anyway.”

The pup

already

shares, stroking a hand over her

take it out.” Lila suggests going back to her apple as if this

a smile, I inform her, “That’s not possible, little one.” Giving Selene a reassuring squeeze, I gloss over the possible complications.

the thoughts whirring behind her wide

it there.” Selene explains, petting Lila’s cheek, “Just like he once put you

cocks to the side, confusion clear on her face.

once too.” Selene tells the pup, leaning her elbows on the counter so that they’re eye to eye. “I grew you like a little bean,

mommies carrying babies in their

but your tummy s’not big

going to get bigger and bigger over the next few months,

mate round and swollen with my pup. Needing to touch the walking miracle in front of me, I slide my palm over Selene’s hip, gently kneading the small of her back in a

Daddy put da baby in dere?” Selene glances

she continues to purr beneath my ministrations, I improvise, “Well, when mommies and daddies want to make a