I know it was before me; I know that he would never cheat on me.
But still.
Seeing his hands on other women has me ready to commit crimes. But since I’m pregnant and not capable of violence, I’m in my makeshift nest eating banana pudding and crying.
No one should cry while eating banana pudding.
I just wanted some time where I was in control. Where I could enjoy my newly formed pack and the human I’m growing who is currently making me weep over this stupid fucking article.
I sniffle as I look at the pictures again. When did I become such a masochist?
My dad was right. We should have gotten ahead on everything and made our own statement. I’m trying to push the guy’s feelings away for now, even though they’re hammering at me through the bond.
Most of it is anger and worry.
I wipe my tears, hating that they’re inundated with my sadness.
God, I’m so tired of crying. I’m so tired of reporters and gossip. They’ve latched on to the potential of another pack contract and have lost their minds. What happened to human decency?
I switch to a show I’ve watched a million times as I wait for my pack to get home. My goal is to not be a complete mess when they find me down here looking pathetic.
Unfortunately, I fail.
As soon as they come downstairs, they find me sobbing.
Max is the first by my side, and he attempts to climb into the nest.
“Take your clothes off,” I tell him.
“Sorry,” he whispers, undressing quickly and crawling next to me.
“You ate that whole tray of banana pudding?” Ethan asks, and so I just sob more. I should have saved him some. His eyes go wide, and he pets down my hair. “It’s okay. It’s a normal amount of banana pudding to eat,” he says, which is a lie. It was a fucking party tray.
“You know that whole article was bullshit,” Max says.
“I know,” I sniffle. “Doesn’t mean it was easy to read.”
“You shouldn’t have read it at all,” Bram says, which just makes me lose it again.
“Way to fucking go,” Ethan chastises him.
“I blocked all her devices. She has your iPad,” Bram tells him.
“So this is my fault?” Ethan says back.
“You are winning the poll,” I add in as Max wipes off my tears.
Ethan laughs, which makes me smile.
“Don’t let that trash get to you. I’m devoted to you, to this pack. This is my whole life,” he says, rubbing my stomach.
“It’s more banana pudding than it is baby right now,” I tell him, and he smiles and kisses me on the lips.
“Did you see your dad shut her ass down?” Max says, and the sadness really starts to disappear.
“He really did.”
“Your mom is also already suing the pants off of everyone, it seems,” Ethan adds, which has me grinning.
