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“Welcome back, mate.” She says through gritted teeth.
I get her into bed and settled. They hook her up to machines that will monitor her heart rate and Cara’s. The doctor comes in and checks her. “You’re doing well, Lily. It won’t be long now.
I turn and look at my mate, her face screwed up with her next contraction. “Have I told you today how much I love you and how wonderful you are, Lily bud.”
“I love you too, and no matter what I say to you between now and when our daughter is born, don’t forget that!”
Over the next couple of hours, my mate curses my name to the Moon Goddess and anyone that would listen. But in the end, she delivered the most beautiful, precious little girl a father could ever ask for.
As easy as my pregnancy was, adjusting to having a baby has been difficult for me. It’s supposed to be easy, right? Everyone says it comes naturally. Well I’m here to tell you, it doesn’t always come naturally. Like latching on to my breast. Cara is supposed to have some instinct to latch on and my body is supposed to be what she needs, but we struggled.
It took weeks for us to figure it out and countless tears on my part.
‘Don’t get frustrated, she’ll feel it.”
‘Don’t give up, you can do this.”
‘Don’t do this, don’t do that, try it this way, try it that way.”
Everyone has a damn opinion about how I should nurse my child or what I’m doing wrong. All it did was make me feel more like a failure that it wasn’t working.
After another bout of crying about being a worthless mother who can’t do the one thing my body is inherently meant to do, feed my child, Clint comes and takes her from me. He heats up a bottle, balancing our little girl while managing to heat up the bottle and test it. He’s a natural. I’d love watching him if it didn’t make me feel even more like a failure.
He walks out of our room, and I stand up, putting my breast back into my top and walking to the bathroom to splash water on my face to wash away my tears. My face is in the towel, drying off when
Clint comes back in.
“Come on, Lily bud. We’re going for a run.” He tells me, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around me.
“Where’s Cara? We can’t just leave her.”
“She’s with Calista and yes, we can. I told her you need to get out and run. You’re too stressed out and this will help. Andra hasn’t been out in months and Donovan misses his mate. Come on.”
‘He’s right. I miss Donovan too.’ Andra tells me.
“Okay.”
Clint takes my hand and I follow my mate down the stairs and out the back of the packhouse. My breasts are huge with milk, or at least huge for me, so I’m uncomfortable stripping like I normally would. I walk to the tree line and Clint follows me. He waits until I shift, it takes a few moments longer than normal while Andra and I adjust to the slightly different shape of my body.
Once I’ve shifted, Donovan is beside us in an instant. Andra takes off and the feeling of the air flowing through her fur, the scents and sounds of the forest, bring a calm to me that I didn’t know I was missing. We run for hours, Donovan and Andra taking time to reconnect and mate several times while we’re out.
When we finally stop at the lake. Clint shifts back. He waits for me to shift as well before wrapping his arms around me.
“Feel better, Lily bud?
“Much. How did you know?”
He kisses my forehead. “I know my mate. You want to be the best at everything. But you are perfect, just the way you are.”
I lean into him, missing our time together. I take a deep breath, breathing in his scent of apple pie. Goddess, I love his smell. His hands begin to rub up and down my body, slowly, gently. We make love beside the lake in our spot, the spot where we first connected as mates. When Clint pushes my body over the edge of bliss, I sink my teeth into his mate mark, making him growl his pleasure before he sinks his canines into my mark. This is what I needed. This reconnection with my mate, my life, my love. Everything in my world rights itself and I feel like I can breathe for the first time since Cara was born.
When we get back to the packhouse, I rush to take Cara from Calista. Maybe it’s true what they say, that just needed to relax. Or maybe I just needed my mate, but whatever it is, everything finally begins to connect between me and Cara and I can finally just enjoy my daughter.
Clint and I get back into a routine and while it can be exhausting having a newborn and training twice a day, working to get my strength and stamina back, it’s worth it. Clint is there beside me every step of the way, and I stop being jealous of how easy my mate makes being a father look and appreciate how amazing his is with our child.
Clint and I take Cara to Maine for her first birthday. I have some tourists take a picture of the three of us in the same place where we took the picture of Clint and I, the one I gave to him on our first anniversary. I’ll get this one blown up as well and it can go beside the one hanging in our bedroom. In this picture. I’m holding a laughing Cara between us while Clint and I smile at each other over her head, his arms are wrapped around both of us. It’s a perfect picture of our perfect family.
Over the next few years, there is an increase in attacks on surrounding packs as well as ours. Clint and i are always on the front lines of an attack and Calista is responsible for getting Cara and Rik to the safe rooms. While there are new leaders who are instigating the attacks, many of the fighters attacking us are those from Alpha Benjamin and Alpha Jerome’s previous packs. Sometimes it’s new Alphas who have taken over their packs and want more power or strength and don’t realize the strength of our pack.
While we are able to defeat our enemies fairly easily, it’s not just our pack that we are protecting. Anders made a promise to Liam that he would help him, and he continues to stick to that. More and more. Liam is taking on an Alpha role. My heart aches for him. He’s so young to have so much responsibility placed on him, however, Leander never recovered from Estella’s death and Anders can only do so much. Liam called me the morning after his first shift. He was alone and the shift was long and painful for him, but he told me he couldn’t wait to introduce me to his wolf, Cyran.
In between these times, Clint and I enjoy our daughter. Watching her grow, begin to crawl, then walk and eventually run everywhere. Donovan insists on taking her on walks as soon as she is able to hold on.. She learns quickly how to stay on him while he was walking and running. Sometimes Andra will run beside them and sometimes Donovan wants alone time with his pup. As she gets older, he runs with her in the forest, or curls up around her and guards her if she gets tired and falls asleep while laying on him. He and Clint continue to be the most amazing fathers to our daughter.
With the frequent attacks on the pack, Clint and I decide to put off having another child. We are still young and Cara is young, so it seems like the best idea. Anders ishappy with our decision. He and Cali decided something similar, not wanting to have to worry about more pups or having Cali pregnant and trying to manage two pups while Anders, Clint and I are away fighting. And this way, I could continue to be not only Cali’s Guardian, but also Rik’s, leaving Clint to focus on Anders.
While it’s busy and Clint and I always seem to be fighitng to protect our packs, it’s a great life.
My girls are the highlight of my life. There is nothing better than having the two of them in my arms together. Some nights, like tonight, I come into our room and my mate and my daughter are on the floor playing together.
They are playing with blocks and building what looks like a packhouse and pack lands. “There’s my girls.” I say as I walk in.
“Daddy!” My baby girl gets up and runs over. I scoop her up and throw her in the air, listening to her squeal. I catch her and pull her against me, kissing her face and neck while Donovan purrs against her.
“Daddy, stop!” She says in a fit of giggles.
Lily comes over and wraps her arms around me, hugging me. “Welcome home, love.”
I hold Cara in one arm while Donovan continues to purr at her and take my mate in the other, kissing her until I hear her moaning softly. “I missed you.” I tell her, finally letting her come up for air.
She looks up at me, her eyes filled with love. “I missed you, too.”
I lean in, nuzzling her ear. “Maybe you can show me how much you missed me after we put a certain someone to bed.”
She reaches up, nipping at my ear. “Deal!”
With that promise. I turn back to my daughter. “So, what are you building over here.” daughter shows me her packhouse, having miniatures of Andra and Donovan. I notice there is now a baby wolf too. “Who is this?”
“That’s my wolf, daddy.”
“It is? What’s her name? Did you introduce her to Andra and Donovan?”
She nods her head, and we spend the rest of the night playing wolfpack. These quiet moments of playfulness together with my girls are the best. It helps me overcome the frustration of the attacks that seem to be coming more and more frequently.