“He slept in boxers last night with us. Check the bed, baby,” I tell him, trying to be the calm one now.
I close my eyes as the first cramp hits my stomach and I whimper as I press my hand on my abdomen. Fuck.
“Winter?” Bellamy asks, abandoning the search to rush to my side.
“I’m good,” I lie. “It was just a sharp pain, but nothing serious. Let’s find those boxers so we can make it upstairs, okay?”
“You said that in a odd way," he growls under his breath. Bellamy leaves me to yank off the sheets on the already made bed, making a giant mess until the missing boxers are found.
They were lost at the bottom of the bed under the sheets. It’s not the first time clothes have been lost in this bed. I’m going to call it a clothes eating monster.
Damn, I think I’ve lost the plot.
“Make sure we get it all,” I say breathlessly as I clutch the clothing to my chest.
“Got it,” Bellamy says, adding a few more items to my pile before picking me up.
“Bell…”
“You’re keeping secrets, which means I get to carry you back to our room,” he says with a shrug, leaving the pack bedroom. “Now, is there something you want to tell me?”
“I think we’re going into heat,” I mutter, wincing as he almost dumps me on my ass as he trips. “Bell, I can walk.”
“Absolutely not,” he grumbles, walking up the two flights of stairs to the attic without complaint. “Should we call someone?”
“It’s early,” I admit. “I’m just going to be uncomfortable for a while. Maybe send a text so they know we’re awake?”
“Okay,” he murmurs, laying me on the bed. Grabbing his phone, he shoots off a text before joining me. “I will happily distract you, Beloved.”
My lips twitch as I chuckle softly.
“Help me fix our bed with our alphas’ clothing, and then you can make me come,” I suggest, breathing through the pain as I sit up with the clothing still in my arms.
“Nope. You lay back and tell me what to do,” Bellamy insists.
Scooting back, I fix the pillows to help prop me up. The passing reminder that I haven’t gone on birth control slides through my mind before I shrug it off. Bellamy and I want kids at some point, so it’s not like we’re being irresponsible by not using it.
Things are also clicking with our alphas, bonds are being made, so I don’t want to get on it now. Whatever happens, happens. I don’t want to pump any hormones into my system with birth control right now.
My body has been through a lot recently. I need to give it some time to settle.
“Can you put Shiloh’s shirt under the blankets on my right side?” I ask. “What if we made a barrier of clothes in an outer ring around the bed?”
“I’ll need more clothes, but I can make it happen,” Bellamy says with a wry grin.
Grabbing a pillow to hug against my stomach, I nod, holding onto the distraction as tightly as possible. The cramps go from barely there to stabbing pain, and I never know when it’ll change.
A barrier around the outside of our bed to keep our alphas’ scents near us sounds just fucking peachy.
CASSIDY
We find Nina and her pack also running today, and they join us with wide smiles.
“Please have mercy,” Nina groans as she keeps up.
“Mercy is for the weak!” Shiloh yells, well acquainted with her love-hate relationship with exercise. “Since Nina’s alphas aren’t keeping pace…”
“Speed it up!” I yell with Abbott and Ansel.
