Quentin

March has come already with a bang.

Just before we broke for spring break, Blaine got mated on his birthday, the final day of classes before a well deserved time off. He was so shocked by his mate's identity.

To be quite honest, I wasn't. I don't claim to be smart like Owen, but the writing was on the wall for this pairing. It is rather obvious when you think about it, in a way.

Of course, one could argue it only became obvious once we were aware of the truth. When you're still in the dark, the reality can be hard to figure out. It's like the end of the film "Sixth Sense", once we get to the end everything makes sense but you'd never guess that ending from the clues alone. What a fantastic film.

Now back to Blaine's mating, he was very shocked to find out who was shining her eyes at him. It was such a moment between them, there were tears in their eyes. I kid you not, they were very emotional by this.

"I, Blaine Anthony Booker, accept you Elaine Ashmore as my mate." - He declared, visibly shaken.

"I, Elaine Ashmore, accept you Blaine Anthony Booker as my mate." - She repeated back to him and then they hugged each other. It was a sight to behold to see them together, the seemingly odd couple. Who would have known that the Beta's daughter and the head enforcer's son would get mated to each other?

Not me, my money was on Rachel. But I have been wrong about mates before. I have literally lost a car to my poor matching skills, though no one could have ever predicted I'd be mated to a boy.

While our classmates congratulated them on being mated, I couldn't help but to look at my pregnant mate. How did we get here? Pregnant in high school. That seems so chiché and oddly he looks great, at peace with this.

Beck, Kingsley, Jude, Layla, Jalensky, Bode, Cassie and Owen congratulated the happy couple. It was a joyful occasion and their mating would be celebrated all through the day by our classmates.

By the time we arrived at the gym for practice, even the coach felicitated Blaine for the mating. There was only one of us left to mate at this point and he was feeling the pressure now, not that any of us can control when we get mated.

All you can do is turn 18 and hope for the best. There are no guarantees as my own birthday has taught me.

Speaking of turning 18, it'll be Beck's birthday next Sunday so Mrs. Ashmore is hosting a dinner party on his behalf at the pack house. Just a few friends and family are invited. Viho is supposed to come too. *eye roll*

My mom has been so excited about Beck's pregnancy. You'd think she would be sulking for turning into a grandma before 40, but no. She is radiant. My father is less enthusiastic, but still as supportive as ever for our sake.

Talla has been working double time to make sure her son is properly fed and taking his prenatal vitamins. Everyone is showing their support to our family and it means the world to us.

On a personal note, I'm feeling conflicted. We do know one of the babies are definitely Jude's and the other one could just as well be his. I should be the father too, but if I bring this up now it'd seem insensitive of me. I can't make this about me when our mate is carrying two babies.

Now is not the time, not that I'm so sure there will ever be a time. Regardless, I shouldn't annoy anyone by being selfish about my concerns. What is important now is Beck's health. Let me worry first that my mate is okay and the babies are fine, then we'll sort things out if we can.

After school, Jude drives me to the training center to see what Mr. Booker has in store for us. Of course, the first thing we do is to congratulate him on his son's mating. He was eager to find out who Blaine's mate is and displayed a rare smile when he learned it was Elaine Ashmore.

Later at night, we were having dinner with my parents and telling them all about the latest mating. They too expressed their contentment over Blaine and Elaine getting mated to each other. It's a match made in heaven in their eyes.

Beck arrived at our house after dinner and was welcomed with love by my parents. He seemed in angst for some reason and we questioned him about what was going on.

"I'm dying for a peach cob." - He replied, rubbing his belly. It's his trick when he wants something done, to remind us he's pregnant with our babies. Possibly just Jude's, but our mate doesn't make such distinction.

"Sure, mate. I'll go get some for you." - Jude spoke with a fake smile, dreading having to drive all the way to the downtown diner just to get a desert. And no, they don't deliver.

"Thanks, mate. Your daughter or son appreciates it." - He winked at him with an innocent expression hiding what I'm sure is a mischievous grin.

Beck was milking his pregnancy like a smart boy. Good for him. My brother took his car and drove to the diner for a pick up. Meanwhile, Beck wasn't done with his demands.

"Quentin, I'll wait for you in your room. I could use a foot rub." - He spoke, glancing at me before he went upstairs. Oh boy, this is going to be a long nine months, I can already tell... my parents giggled as their sons have been reduced to wimps for their mate.

I did as demanded and gave my mate a foot rub while Jude was out getting his dessert.

After Jude arrived and Beck ate his pie, he opted to room with me tonight. I love that he chose me but I know why he did. He wants me to fill him up with my... Well, he wants sex.

I love sex too, but for once I'd like to be seen as a source of comfort and solace. I want to cuddle up with my mate and watch TV once in a while, instead of just having mind blowing good sex. I know it sounds ridiculous when I put it like that, but I do.

I don't mean to say I hate the sex, of course not. But I want more and I can't wait for him to choose me for my company instead of just my penis. But I can't have this conversation with him now. Anything I say or do can be used against me in an emotional blackmail.

I can't win against a pregnant mate. So, for now I give it to him hard. Just the way he likes it. Especially now that he doesn't have to worry about condoms anymore, he is insatiable. And I'm happy to be there for him in any way I can. Hopefully, in another capacity someday soon.

On Saturday, Beck went to Kingsley's house in the morning after breakfast. I took the time to check in with Jalensky since I knew he was going to be free. I had the opportunity to share my frustrations with Beck's pregnancy and my fears of rendering myself obsolete in this threeway relationship.

I'm dreading a truth that has been staring me in the face ever since we went with Beck to the hospital. It was a truth I could not pretend to unsee. I can't fake my way into believing any of Beck's children are mine.

At least one of them is Jude's and he could easily be the father of the second baby. There are no guarantees around the clarity of that paternity and it's not like him and Beck didn't have sex before I was in the picture. I mean, the proof is in Beck's belly.

Let's say Beck decides to not have any more children after the twins, which is a very viable option and one many couples often choose to adhere to after having two babies at a time. It must be scary to father twins, as I'm sure I'm about to discover in a manner of speaking.

But my point is: in reality, not only I won't potentially have fathered the next in line for Alpha after me or my brother, I could end up not having any children of my own at all. This could be it for my mate.

Which would basically mean that I would be an uncle and never a father. I'd be devastated if that happens. I may not want to be a father now, but I don't want that option to be taken away from me. I'm only 18 years old, for crying out loud... *gasp*

Of course I'd love to be a father someday. Beck's pregnancy just accelerated that timeline. And it's fine, it's not the end of the world. I'm sure we'll be okay as a parenting throuple.

But I worry late at night. What if I never become a father?

Goddess knows we could never learn the true identity of the second fetus' father. And then what? Is that it?

Am I really going to push our mate into having another baby, what if he never wants it again?

Even so, who's to say that third baby would even be mine? The same way we don't know about the second fetus now. It's confusing, for sure. It's throwing my head for a loop, so I worry.

Dragon assured me I was the one who impregnated my mate with my 'super sperm' - his words, not mine - and I laughed at that, but thanked him for listening to me venting. I know he is the only one I can talk to about this kind of stuff.

I'd never bring this up to Beck and Jude would just patronize me, which in turn would enrage me. I know I can count on Dragon to be a sympathetic ear, even if he can't exactly relate to me right now. No one will ever relate to my relationship issues.

At the end of the day, I do want to think of myself as the father of the second baby. I want to believe Dragomir's argument that my 'super sperm' fertilized my mate for a second time. I want to believe that when I knotted Beck, it wasn't in vain.

But Jude knotted him too.

If Beck had fallen pregnant on the day of his heat, there wouldn't be a doubt in my mind that at least one of his babies was mine. I would have been a lock for father, but he didn't. He already was pregnant at that time, so all bets are off.

I understand it might sound selfish of me to think about it now, but I can't help not to consider this possibility. I'm low key spiraling with different scenarios and outcomes of this pregnancy.

Ironically, had Beck been pregnant with Jude's twins as his grandmother suggested at the time, at least there wouldn't be any doubt in my mind. I would be certain to not be the father and it would crush me. But I'd be sure.

The uncertainty is what really is killing me now. I hate that I feel this way, but I can't help it.

"Are you okay? I have been sensing turmoil from you." - Beck questioned me later in the afternoon inside the living room of my house. Jude was near us, but respectfully silent. My parents were in the kitchen cooking something for later.

"I am fine, mate, as long as you and the babies are." - I replied with a polite smile.

Beck frowned at me, knowing full well that is not the real answer. You can't deceive a mate, even if sometimes we should be able to get away with it. He stared me down until I gave him a proper answer and I gulped awkwardly.

"I worry sometimes that neither of them are mine." - I admitted, painstakingly.

Beck hugged me for a moment before he gently caressed my face. His touch was heaven for me.

"I cannot quash your concerns as you know, but what I can tell you is that you are going to be the father of these children just as much as your brother will be. That is not in question. I can't reassure you from a genetic point of view, but from a practical, real life point of view, they are yours and I'll make sure they know it." - He spoke with a gentle gaze.

I surrendered myself to his soft touch. I smiled at him for what I knew his answer would be. I was sure he'd say that and he only confirmed what I knew about him and his expectations for our relationship.

"Thanks, mate. That means the world to me." - I gazed upon his loving eyes and I melted.

My brother offered his support by corroborating everything Beck just said. That is how he views it too, a threeway fatherhood. I'm so in awe of them, but especially of our mate who has the unique ability to unite us in common ground. I feel so supported by him.

It's Sunday evening.

The pack house is gearing up to a celebration of our mate's birthday. Beck has finally turned 18 today and in other circumstances, he would be discovering his mate now instead of having already gotten pregnant with their babies.

Mrs. Ashmore has brought out the good china for tonight's dinner party and the house is beautifully decorated to welcome the distinguishable guests. Beta Ashmore and his mate were looking dapper in a suit and a gown color coordinated.

My parents are stunning in a blue ensemble, their outfits also complementing each other.

Beck has dressed in a traditional Cheyenne costume and dazzled everyone this evening. His belly is showing just enough to remind everyone he's packing. Per the occasion, Jude and I also coordinated our outfits to match with our mate.

Blaine and Elaine, Dragon and Kingsley, Owen and Layla arrived at the pack house ready to make this an evening to remember. Though in Elaine's case, she already lives here.

We took our seats at the table so well ornamented. The dishes were shining as new and even Viho was impressed by this. He and Talla were also wearing traditional Cheyenne costumes for the occasion.

First off, we raised a glass for Beck.

"Thank you all for being here this evening. Your love and support for my son has meant everything to me and my mate. To Kuckunniwi, may this new year mark the dawning of a new era of blessings on his life." - Talla celebrated, a tad emotional next to Viho.

Beck was glowing tonight, both in beauty and in pride. All eyes were on him and that is how it should be for today is his day. The teens took a sip of our sparkling cider in his honor while the adults had wine.

"You do look magnificent, Beck. I don't think I have ever seen you in your element like tonight." - Owen complimented him, causing our mate to blush lightly.

"Thanks, Owen. I really feel the best I've ever felt, despite the crazy circumstances." - He replied, radiantly joyous.

"You can say that again... how did you get pregnant again while already pregnant to begin with? It has never happened before!" - Viho interjected, still shocked about this unusual fact.

"It has happened before, just not in our pack and to someone like me." - He told his father in a snarky tone, glaring at him.

"Like you?" - Elaine questioned him, confused by what he meant by that.

"A werewolf." - Beck replied in a matter of fact tone.

"You really are a special breed all in itself, Beck. You're one of a kind." - Owen told him in an uplifting tone.

"You can say that again..." - Viho breathed out, wide eyed.

"I am, Owen. Thanks for your continuous support. You'll always have a special place in my heart. You are gonna be missed when you go to college next Fall, but I'm sure you're gonna knock it out of the park." - Beck told him, feeling content.

"Thanks, I just hope I can get somewhere near this girl." - He said, grabbing Layla's hand delicately. She smiled at him and we swooned at the loving couple.

"Oh you definitely will. Harvard and MIT are a walking distance to each other." - Beck winked at them playfully.

"How do you know where we want to go to college?" - Layla questioned him, intrigued.

"My dear Layla. Some people have strength. Some people have intelligence. Some people have money. I pay attention." - He quoted Owen back to her and we were baffled by his astuteness. Those of us who are students understood the reference, the adults just giggled at his choice of words.

The birthday bash was going well, the conversation flowed and the food was excellent.

Beck blew his '1' and '8' candles that refused to stop igniting, making him blow them over and over again. It was so adorable... *swoons*

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A|N: I have been wanting to use this song from "RENT" for a while now. Curiously, it was supposed to be featured in "Topping the Enemy" but it didn't pan out in the end.

It's interesting how these things go. I start writing locked with an idea for a song and the chapter writes itself differently than what I originally had in mind. It happens so often to me, but not this time. Fortunately.

It's all ending soon, but not before I make you (ugly) cry.

Oh you wanted a twist?

I am here for you, my dear readers. This next one will definitely knock you off your chair or make you wanna throw the phone to a wall picturing it's my head.

It's called "Larger than Life".

Love,

Léo.