Pleasure & Confusion

CHAPTER 19

The past few weeks have been lovely. Dean has put his house on the market, and has put an offer on a huge house nearer the pack house where we can all live. All meaning me, him and Holden.

And of course our babies when they arrive.

Right now we are all living in the pack house. I moved out of my flat and in here so I was closer to my mates. Neither of them wanted me living alone.

It's impossible to win a fight with two stubborn men who are fighting for the same side.

Sat in the kitchen watching Holden out in the back garden training some teen wolves in fighting techniques, I smile to myself.

He is so competent and talented in his pack skills. It just makes me love him so much more.

"I can't believe he actually took you on! You're so ugly and fat! Seriously! Just eww!" I hear a sneering voice behind me.

I swing around on the stool and look at this leggy blonde with skimpy, smutty clothing on and five inch heels.

"Excuse me?" I ask.

"You heard me, b***h! Before you, he wanted me! You've ruined my plans for being Luna and I'm gonna get him back. Just you watch!" She snaps, her hands on her hips, giving me attitude.

"Right." I snap, climbing off the stool carefully as I am now huge with my pregnancy. "One: I am Holden's mate. Not my fault. Blame the spirits! And two: I am NOT fat, I'm pregnant! Get off my back, you're just jealous. Give over and go get your leg over someone else!" I say, getting right up her face.

The w***e turns red, then purple, then back to normal, before smirking. "How about Dean then?"

I want her head. f*****g b***h!

"Don't you even dare!" I raise my hand, wanting to slap her senseless, only to have it grabbed by someone. Pleasure shoots through me.

I turn and look at Dean, who's giving little miss w***e a dirty look.

"Firstly, baby, she ain't worth it. Secondly, love, I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot barge pole, neither would Holden. And thirdly, baby, lets go see Holden and tell him about this w***e so she can get punished." Dean snaps, glaring at her.

I watch as her features turn from cocky to frightened. "No! Please don't! I'm on my third strike! He'll banish me! Please?!" She gasps.

I laugh out loud. "It might do the pack some good if we do. You're a disgrace to the pack and your poor Alpha!"

I turn on my heel, and with Dean's hand in mine we leave through the back door.

Time to get the b***h banished.

We fill Holden in on what happened and he growls.

"Typical f*****g Mercedes! That b***h will do whatever it takes to get in my bed."

I sigh. "Have you?"

I know it's like signing my own death certificate, but I had to know.

"Yes, unfortunately. Once. I was inebriated and she took advantage. That was like three years ago, and it hasn't happened since. I made it clear that it was a drunken mistake but she isn't taking my words at face value." Holden admits with shame written across his face.

I nod. "Ok, as long as it doesn't happen again. I don't like her and don't want her near you!"

Holden nods at me. "I've consulted the matter with my beta and she's being banished. I have to go handle that now, alright?"

I smile, happy with his decision. "Ok baby. Kiss first!"

He chuckles and kisses me softly before wandering off inside.

Dean and I take a slow walk around the gigantic garden, enjoying each others company.

"So..." Dean mumbles nervously.

I love seeing him nervous, it shows a completely different side to him.

"So..." I repeat.

"The boys! Have you been thinking of names?" He asks, keeping his focus on the tree lined garden.

"I have actually, but I didn't wanna discuss it until we got the results." I answer honestly.

"That makes sense. We always talk names though? We are gonna be a family."

I nod. "Alright, let's."

I stop and sit on the cold grass, watching as the fog rolls in over and around us, enveloping us in our own private bubble.

"Come on then. Tell me yours and I'll tell you mine." Dean grins, an excited puppy dog look on his face.

"I like... Declan, Deacon, Frasier, Asher and Hunter." I tell him.

"Not bad. The names I've been thinking of are Jackson, Ethan, surprisingly Declan and Hunter, and Ashley."

We have so much in common, including baby names.

"How are we gonna work this if one of the babies is yours? Surnames and stuff?" I ask him, biting my lip.

"We'll sort it out. Don't worry. I know Holden and I have our differences, but we have one thing in common. We both love you." Dean squeezes my hand gently, reassuringly.

~*~

That evening I'm laying in bed between two overgrown men, reading a book, but I can't concentrate.

There's a craving I've been having since 2:30 this afternoon and I can't seem to get over it.

I can't figure out what I want. It's driving me nuts. Everything else makes me vomit.

I throw the book at the wall and grumble to myself.

Dean chuckles and Holden sighs.

"Cravings?"

"No s**t!" I retort.

I clamber out of bed and stomp downstairs, closely followed by Holden and Dean.

I open up the fridge, and search it thoroughly. Nothing.

I open up the cupboards and search. Nothing.

I go and sit myself in front of the freezer, yank it open and search. My eyes set on something.

I want it.

I need it.

Now, now, now!

"I think she's found whatever she's craving." Dean whispers to Holden.

"I think so too." Holden whispers back.

I roll my eyes and ignore them, grabbing the ice cold product out of the freezer, and grabbing a spoon from the cutlery drawer.

I climb up on the worktop and struggle to open the lid to my best friends. Ben and Jerry. My best, best friends!

I scream a short frustrated scream and throw the tub on the floor.

Holden reaches for it, and quickly removes the seal and lid, passing it back to me.

I huff and dig my spoon in, throwing a huge chunk of cookie dough on my tongue.

I close my eyes and relish the wonderful texture and taste.

My nausea disappears instantly and I sigh with relief.

"Someone carry me to bed... plllllllease... or I'll be sleeping here!" I ask cheekily.

I've become so lazy since having two mates. I don't need to do anything.

Spoilt rotten!

Dean chuckles and picks me up in a bridal hold, and we all head upstairs.

I spend the next half hour devouring the entire tub of cookie dough ice cream.

I throw the spoon in the tub, and pat my belly, feeling thoroughly stuffed.

"That was gurrrrrrd!" I smile with contentment.

"I'm glad you're happier." Holden smiles. "I don't like when you snap at me."

That makes me giggle. "Don't blame me! Blame them!" I point to my belly.

"Oh that's not fair! Putting the blame on the babies! They can't stand up for themselves! Cruel!" Dean smirks.

"Oh they can and they do... ooh." I gasp at the end as I get booted in the rib... hard! "Mother of Mary! That was mean! You're not supposed to prove your point." I breathe, holding my rib.

"You alright?" Holden asks with concern.

I nod. "Just the babies deciding to cause me pain for blaming them."

Just at that moment, 11.41pm, there is a knock at the door.

"Come in." Holden hollers.

In walks one of the night patrol men, with a smile on his face. "Courier delivered this for you sir. Express delivery."

I gasp. This is it!

This is our time to find out.

Holden jumps off the bed and takes the envelope, thanking the wolf before shutting the door and coming back to us. He passes the envelope to me. "You can do the honours Lizzie."

I sit there, turning the envelope around over and over.

"Are you sure you wanna know?" I ask them both.

They both nod.

I take a deep breath. I guess it's as good a time as any.

I rip open the envelope and read...