It’s all Derek’s fault. He won’t stop feeding her every sinful, culinary delight he can find. It’s not that he is a feeder or anything kinky like that. Or so he claims. He just loves her full figure. The swell of her breast, and curvy of her belly.
When they lay in his bed, he presses his palm to the soft flesh over her tummy and presses bristly kisses along her shoulder. He cups her breast and comments on how it fill his hand. Every inch of her body is a wonder to him. So in a strange way, it makes sense he would want more inches.
If only it didn’t mean she had to shop for new, bigger clothes. Her mother’s already been giving her looks. Though her father thinks she looks happy, even said she glows. Even Allison felt the need to say something, pulling her into a dark corner of the girls locker room and demanded to know if Lydia was pregnant.
"Of course not." Lydia grumbled and folded her arms over her tender breasts.
The realization was sudden and infuriating. She had been so careful, but she did the quick math and it added up to one Alpha wolf who would be getting a face full of aconite. No wonder he’d been attentive, so protective and insisted she not help with pack matters.
"You know I’ll fill his ass with arrows for you," Allison said with a sympathetic grin.
"Don’t joke, I might ask you to do it." Lydia huffed and took a seat on the bench.
"He cares about you a lot." Allison insisted, sitting down and setting her head upon Lydia’s shoulder.
"I know, but teen pregnancy is a hell of a way to show me he cares." Even saying it made Lydia’s skin crawl.
She could see her future narrow to a pin point. It wasn’t that she didn’t want children or that she didn’t want Derek, but not now. She had plans.
"Stupid werewolves." Allison muttered, wrapping her arms around Lydia, who was surprised they could still encircle her.
"Stupid, sexy, idiot werewolf." She signed and burried her face in Allison’s hair, hoping it would soak up her tears.