Page 46 of Surprise Mother Pucker

Kennedy’s eyes started to fill with tears again. “I'm in the final year of my master’s. I'm so close to finishing.”

I nodded. “And we will do everything we can to make sure you do finish.”

She turned to look at me in surprise. “You don't expect me to stop studying for the baby?”

A disbelieving laugh escaped my chest. “Kennedy, I know how important your studies are to you. I would never dream of telling you to stop. If any alpha tells you to stop, grab a kitchen knife and stick him in the gut.”

Kennedy chuckled, the sound music to my ears.

I had been so singularly driven when it came to my goals of completing my PhD to get a good job to then court anomega. Since meeting Kennedy, my priorities had started to shift, but now they were in complete disarray. Nothing was more important than our future now. We were going to have a child. I was going to be afather.

I was going to do absolutely everything to make sure that Kennedy and the baby and Charlotte were comfortable and taken care of.

My family was the opposite of what I wanted to model my future family on. I was the result of a couple who wanted nothing more than to focus on their careers. Both my parents were betas, and when they realized I was an alpha, they had discouraged me from trying to find a pack.

Being in a pack was inherently selfless. You cared for another, looked out for one another. My parents only looked out for themselves.

“I have a little over five months left of my degree,” Kennedy said as I lightly rubbed her back in a soothing gesture. “By month six with Charlotte, I wasn’t able to do anything. I was so exhausted from working part-time, I had to put my classwork to the side. I'll be nearly eight months along by the time I’m supposed to be graduating.”

“Well, you're not going to have to work this time around,” I said.

“But I have Char to look after,” she pointed out.

I chuckled. “I don't think you have to worry about that. Regardless of whether you want to date my pack, they are family. Micha’s mother is feral at the idea of grandbabies and would relish helping you with Charlotte. That is, if you’re comfortable with that.”

I had no doubt in my mind that, if she was comfortable with my pack, then she would have no issues when it came to childcare or helping hands. Sure, my pack could be a bit immature at times, but they were all good alphas at heart.

Kennedy sighed, leaning in to my touch. “I guess I'm going to have to meet them soon, aren't I? When are you going to tell them? I still don't really believe it myself,” she admitted, looking down at the test again. “Maybe it's a false positive?”

“Considering how sick you've been, I don't think it is. As far as my pack mates go, I'm going to tell them as soon as possible, if that's okay with you.”

Kennedy nodded. “Like you said, they’re family. They should know. God, I'm turning their lives upside down, aren't I? They didn't ask for this. They’ve never had sex with me, so having a baby added to the pack against their choice is just cruel. Two babies, in fact!”

She was starting to ramble again, so I interrupted her. “Hey, don’t worry. They're not like that. Before we go making any concrete plans, we should just have a meal together. Maybe you could come to the pack house, and we’ll just get to know each other a bit. We've got a few months.”

Taking a deep breath, Kennedy nodded. “Okay, that sounds like a plan.” She yawned loudly.

“You need to go get some more rest while I prepare dinner and get Little Miss her favorite smashed bananas to eat when she gets home.”

“You’re too good for me.” Kennedy sighed, kissing my cheek.

“Nope, it’s the other way around. I'm going to spend the rest of our days proving that to you.”

Twenty minutes later, Kennedy was fast asleep, and I was in the kitchen, prepping some vegetables for dinner.

Picking up my phone, I looked at the time. My pack mates would all be home now, so I took a deep breath, steeling myself before dialing.

“Well, if it isn’t our illustrious pack mate!” Charlie crowed as he answered the phone. “We thought you had gotten lost in the omega and forgotten about us.”

“Hey, Eli, ignore dumbass,” Micha said. Naturally, Micha had put me on speaker. “How’s Kennedy and the tiny terror?”

“Good. Uh, I need to speak to you guys. It’s serious. Where’s Storm?”

My pack went quiet for a moment before Micha spoke. “What’s up? Storm isn’t home, god knows where he is.”

I sighed. I would have to talk to Storm later.

“Kennedy is pregnant.”

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