The Alpha Chose Me

My cheeks hurt from smiling.

His mom leaped out of her chair and pulled me in for a hug. It was exactly the reaction I wanted. I knew they would be happy for us. I was pregnant with their first grandchild. It was a massive thing apparently.

"Oh, shopping. You have to let me take you shopping". Charlotte grinned. "Oh, and a baby shower. Would you like a baby shower Leah?".

"Charlotte, darling". His dad gave her a soft smile. "Maybe we just let them breathe a little first. Let them get used to the idea of becoming parents".

"Nonsense". She huffed. "That's my grandbaby in there".

I loved that she was this excited and making a fuss. I didn't have parents to share the news with or anyone else in my family except Carter and he already knew.

So, if she wanted to throw me a baby shower then I wasn't going to stop her.

"It's fine". I smiled.

"How far along are you? Are you keeping well? Have you been sick?".

"Mom". Jake sighed. "Calm down just a bit please".

"I'm sorry I'm just excited. Our first grandchild, the future Alpha". She grinned. "We need to celebrate with champagne".

Champagne that I couldn't drink.

"Mom Leah can't drink".

"Oh, right. Never mind the Champayne we'll celebrate with cake".

Now cake I could have.

..

We had a good night, and it was good to catch up with them both. Of course, we were invited to Sunday dinner. Another celebration but with everyone before Carter and Alanna left. We didn't mention that they already knew about the baby.

"I'm stuffed". A yawn escaped my mouth as I clipped my seatbelt into place.

"So, no ice-cream?".

"I still want ice-cream". I grinned.

A chuckle fell from his lips as he reached over taking my hand in his. "How about we go for a walk along the beach and then I'll drop by Walmart on the way home?".

I wasn't really feeling the beach anymore. I wanted the biggest tub of ice-cream there was, and I wanted to eat it in bed watching tv.

"Can we just get ice-cream and then go home?".

"Tired baby?".Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

I nodded.

"But you're feeling, okay?".

"Always".

"I mean with the baby".

"Well, I don't feel sick anymore if that's what you mean".

"Are you scared?".

Was I scared? I wasn't sure how I felt about it all. I'm not sure it had properly sunk in yet. I couldn't really believe it was happening. I shrugged.