Hendrix ✓

51 ★ Show me love

𝔾𝕚𝕞𝕞𝕖 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 - 𝕁𝕠𝕛𝕚

"When I've gone too far

can you show me love?"

Hendrix POV

     I'm so happy. I never thought I could possibly be this happy, that's how happy I am. I can't stop myself from "accidentally" touching and bumping into Cedric as we decorate the nursery. Every little brush of skin keeps me flirty and filled to the brim with joy. You could say I'm glowing with my pregnancy.

      He keeps grinning too, admiring me every now and again while he works. A typical man, he insists on doing all the heavy lifting. Not that I mind, I'm not in any shape to be doing those types of things. I gladly let my mate hang things on the wall, and carry the crib parts up the stairs.

      I admire the vintage, metal crib, and my mate's backside. I can't help it. He's wearing low jeans around his hips, and a tight black t-shirt that matches his raven hair. Every move he makes draws my gaze.

      Why am I so horny? I'm pregnant.

      "Mission accomplished, uterus, you can stop it now." I whisper under my breath, and Cedric's head swivels.

      "What was that, baby?" He wonders innocently, and my face goes bright red. He heard that? Of course he did. He's a freak, he can hear everything. I need to get used to these lycans and their special abilities.

       "Oh, nothing." I brush it off casually, turning back to the crib and adjusting the quilt on the edge of the bars with fussy fingers. I have nothing else better to do while Cedric works.

      I look around and can honestly say that I'm proud of the room. It's filled with neutral colors, number one is because I like them, and number two is because we don't know the gender yet. I've always thought gendered colors was a stupid idea anyway. Who says blue is for boys and girls have to like pink? They're literally just colors.

      But I love the nursery. There are stuffed animals and cute little books, a comfy rocking chair, soft baby clothes. I'm so excited I can hardly wait for this baby to be out just so he or she can occupy the home I've built for them. I know I'm towards the end of my pregnancy, but how close I am to delivering is still a mystery. The doctor says I likely have 2 weeks left, which means I might be 19 before I have our pup.

     I feel like it could be any day. I'm fixin to pop.

     Cedric is suddenly beside me. His heavy arm drapes over my shoulders as he admires his handy work around the room. He hung a big mirror on the wall above the changing table. I turn into him, looking up at him. A content smile is on his handsome, scarred face. He won't stop talking about how excited he is for our baby to arrive. It's so adorable. He's ready to be a father.

      He's taking such good care of me too. I don't deserve him, but I'm thankful that he's in my life. I love him more than anything. I know that there's nothing I wouldn't do for him.

     After all we've been through, I can't honestly say that I'm learning to trust again. Throughout my life I've found that sometimes I'm too quick to trust the wrong people, and slow to learn to rely on those that are best for me.

     "What do you think?" Cedric asks, wanting my approval of his job well done. He made sure that we have everything we need for the baby, and then some. My mate made sure that I have everything I could ever ask for. We're very prepared physically, but I'm not so sure about the mental aspect quite yet.