My Dark and Powerful Mate

Chapter three

            The baby was growing fast and the pack house was hectic. Preparations was being made for the baby which was due sometime this week. I was assigned to bed rest  two weeks ago and have been going out of my mind.

            The baby was continuing to kick me so hard I was crippled. I couldn't walk five steps without the baby kicking and making me fall to my knees. Logan was worried, but I wasn't. She was just strong.

            I spent most of my days rearranging my room telepathically and thinking of baby names. Ever since the doctor had told me I was having a girl I was having troubles coming up with a name.

            I raised my hand and levitated a soft green vase full of daises and moved them from the dresser to the windowsill. I took the cup of water from my bedside table and poured it into the vase so the daises could have something to drink.

            With a sigh I let the plastic cup fall to the floor and rolled over on my side. Logan was busy with Alpha duties, he had to make sure the perimeter was secure so that we could have a few days of peace once the baby came.

            I wasn't sure if I was ready for her to come yet, I thought I was. But now that the due date was so soon I found myself with cold feet. What I really wanted was my mother. My Aunt had been working from home for the last week so that she would be available once it was time. As nice as my Aunt was, and as much as I loved her, no one was going to be able to replace my mother.

            I pushed myself into a sitting position and pulled my shirt over my bulging belly. I raised both of my hands and watched as all of the objects before me raised in their places and stayed suspended in the air. I smirked as I whirled them around watching the organized chaos I was creating.

            "Knock! Knock!" I heard my aunt call. I swore and quickly rearranged everything to its original spot. As my aunt walked in everything was still quivering slightly from the move but she didn't seem to notice as her eyes were on me.

            "Hey Aunt Sarah," I greeted.

            My Aunt grinned, "How are you feeling?"

            I grimaced, "Alright, this baby is hyperactive though, it keeps kicking me. But it's nothing I can't handle. Who let you into the house?"

            "Rachel did, she led me here. I brought you some tomato soup, are you hungry?"

            I grinned and nodded ecstatically, "I'm starving!" My Aunt smiled in approval and pulled out a flask from her bag and a spoon. She uncapped it and handed it to me, warning me that it was hot. I took one wiff of the stuff and suddenly felt sick.

            "I—I think I'm going to be sick—" My Aunt's eyes widened and she jumped off the bed and fled to the bathroom to get the garbage bin. I leaned over forgetting about the tomato soup in my hand and watched as the steaming red liquid headed for the creamy carpet.

            I reached out a hand and watched and the soup froze in midair and then slowly returned into its flask. I set it back on the table by the time my Aunt had the bucket under my chin. As soon as the soup was away from me, I felt fine.  I pushed the bucket away and sat up, taking a deep breath.

            "I'm sorry Hav, I didn't think the soup was off."

            I smiled apologetically, "It's not the soup Aunt Sarah, certain things just turn me off. Even if I love them the day before, it's just a side effect of the pregnancy. The effort was nice of you."

            My Aunt frowned and tapped her chin, "But you are hungry... do you like apples? I brought one to munch on but you can have it." She reached into her bag and took out a shiny red apple that made my mouth water.

            Apples had been one of my pregnancy cravings. "I would love that apple." My Aunt smiled and tossed it to me, I caught it effortlessly and started to eat happily.

            "Are you nervous?" My Aunt asked, she looked sympathetic.

            I shrugged, "I guess, it's only natural to be nervous."

            My Aunt sighed, "I never had any kids, I don't know why. I used to tell myself it was because I couldn't find the right man, or because I was advancing in my career and wanted to wait. But that was never it, I could have found a loving husband, I just never looked. I could have put my job on hold for a year, but I didn't. But your mother, she was so sure, and when you came into her life, she became a whole other person, she was so happy."

            "I wish she still was," I said, my eyes filling with tears.

            My Aunt frowned, "You were the best thing that ever happened to her Haven, Hayley and Peter loved you so much I thought you were going to burst from it. I think the reason I never had kids was because I was afraid of failing. My sister did such a great job with you I wasn't sure I was going to be able to live up to her standards. And now look, I'm your guardian and every day I struggle to be as good as Hayley, but I know I never will be. I guess what I am trying to say is that, I know I can't replace your mother Haven, but I'm trying to be here for you. I don't want you to feel alone, because you're not."

            I stared at my Aunt, watching as tears fell down her cheeks. I never put much thought into her grieving over my mother. I knew she wasn't dead, but she was so insane she might as well be.

            "Aunt Sarah, you have done so much for me already. You gave me a home, a safe place to grieve for the loss of my life. And you gave me space and understanding, if it weren't for you I would have been stuck in a foster home somewhere."

            My Aunt smiled at me, "I love you Haven, I really do."

            I grinned, "I love you too."

            "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!" Logan chanted as he stared at me. I had woken up in the middle of the night, the sheets were wet and he was freaking out. "Oh God what am I supposed to do?"

            I took a deep breath, "Logan, call the doctor. My water just broke. Then call my Aunt, and get Rachel and Dakota up here."

            Logan's grey eyes were in turmoil, he looked so confused I felt bad for him. "Right, doctor, water breaking, okay, Rachel, got it." He ran across the room and called the pack doctor. He lived about five minutes from the main pack house. He then proceeded to call the rest of the girls.

            "Haven! We're having a baby!" He shouted suddenly.

            I rolled my eyes, "I know we are!"

            Logan stared at me and I saw his eyes flutter, I groaned, the last thing I needed was him fainting. "Haven!" Rachel cried as she burst into the room. She ran over and grabbed my hand in hers, squeezing it tightly.

            Dakota walked in and looked at Logan who was clutching the end of bed for support. She ran to the bathroom and filled a cup up with water before splashing it onto his face. "Come on! You are having a baby Logan! Man up!"

            Logan nodded and blinked a few times before coming and taking my hand, "Are you alright?"

            "I—OH GOD!" I cried. This was ten times worse than the baby kicking, I could feel it getting ready to detach itself from my body.

            "Haven! Are you okay? I'm here sweetheart," My Aunt cooed as she stroked my forehead. I heard another pair of footsteps and realised that the doctor must have come into the room.

            I suddenly felt hot and overwhelmed, "Everyone get away!" I screamed, swatting at their hands. Everyone was touching me and it was all too much, it felt as though my head was spinning faster than the planet. I took a deep breath and suddenly burst into tears. "Oh my God I'm having a baby!" I screamed.

            The doctor laughed, "You just noticed?" I suddenly felt the need of comfort and reached out for my family. I grabbed my Aunt's hand and placed it back on my forehead before taking Rachel and Logan's hands in mine.

            "I thought you didn't want—" Logan began, sounding confused.

            "Shut up," I told him, "Please just shut up." Logan nodded and instead started to rub circles on my hand with his thumbs. Simply being connected to him made me feel ten times better.

            The doctor took a deep breath and looked over at me, he looked determined. "Alright Haven, describe what you are feeling to me."

            I panted and looked around wildly, "I don't know, I'm in pain and I can feel the baby getting restless. Am I getting any pain medication?"

            The doctor laughed and shook his head, "I don't think so dear, this baby is ready now. She's not very patient. Besides, your temperature is so high you are going to burn off anything we give you. But don't worry, it won't be too bad. As soon as the baby is out your body will go straight into repair mode."

            I didn't hear half of what he said, the only thing I picked up on was the fact that I wasn't getting any pain medication. "I have to deliver this baby cold turkey?"

            Logan squeezed my hand, "It's going to be alright babe," he cooed sweetly.

            I turned and glared at him, "You shut up! You did this to me! Stupid Alpha!" Everyone laughed although I wasn't joking.

            The doctor put on a pair of rubber gloves and sent me a wild grin. "I think it's time to get started!"

            Two very painful hours later I was laying in a different bed with a baby in my arms. She was the most precious thing I had seen in my entire life. More beautiful than the moon and the stars. She was perfect.

            She had screamed bloody murder when she first came out and then slowly calmed down until she fell into a peaceful sleep. Her blonde hair was matted and her eyes were closed. I was able to catch a glimpse of them before she fell asleep though, they were the same as Logan's.

            My beautiful angel was a perfect combination of Logan and I. Although she had Logan's grey eyes they were shaped like mine. She had my blonde hair but his straight nose and his full lips.

            As I held her in my hands I suddenly realised that the last nine months were worth everything that I had been through. All the pain she had caused me no longer mattered, all the times I threw up or couldn't sleep were nothing compared to my angel. It was all worth it and I would go through it all one hundred more times for her in a heartbeat.

            I wasn't the only one who fell in love with her instantly, my wolf had fallen harder than me. She growled whenever anyone either than Logan tried to approach us. She was already the ultimate protective mother.

            Logan was sitting in a chair beside the bed, watching us both with a peaceful look on his face. I had never seen him more content. We didn't talk, neither of us wanted to ruin this moment.

            Everyone was dying to see the baby but no one either than Logan and I was allowed into the room. They would all have a chance to see her, but for the moment I wanted her to myself.  

            "Do you want to hold her?" I asked softly. Logan's eyes snapped up to meet mine and instantly lighted up. He had held her briefly before she was towed away to be cleaned by some of the pack nurses.

            "Yeah," Logan breathed. He reached forward with an eager smile and his hands outstretched. I put the baby gently into his arms, her body was just bigger than one of his hands alone. Logan held her like she was made of glass, the distress on his face was clear and I wondered if it was the first time he had ever held a baby.

            "Wow," Logan whispered, "She's perfect." He looked up to me, his whole face was lit up. The pure happiness that radiated from him took my breath away and made me the most proud mother and mate in the world.

            "I know, she looks like you," I murmured as I gazed at our daughter lovingly.

            Logan looked down at her tiny face and tilted his head to the side, thinking. "No, I don't think so. She definitely takes after her mother."

            I smiled, "Really? She has your eyes though."

            Logan chuckled, "Yeah, I guess she does." Our daughter yawned and a tiny bit of spit dribbled down her chin, making Logan laugh. He reached out and wiped the drool away before smiling at her. The sight of him taking care of our daughter warmed my heart. My wolf howled in contentment.

            "What are we going to name her?" Logan asked. He was staring at her face as if he was trying to ingrain it in his memory. I felt my eyebrows pull together, her name had been escaping me.

            "She needs something beautiful," I said.

            "How about Maya?" suggested Logan. I shook my head, something in me didn't like how flimsy that sounded. "Ava?" I shook my head again, I wanted her name to have substance.

            "Ebony," I declared. Logan gazed at our daughter, she was so pale. With light eyes and blonde hair she was anything but dark, but for some reason the name suited her. She sighed in contentment and snuggled into Logan's chest.

            He rubbed her cheek with his pinkie finger and smiled, "Ebony, I like it. We can call her Ebby, or Ebs, or—"

            I laughed, "Or we could just call her Ebony."

            Logan shook his head, "Nah, she needs a nickname. I guess I will just let it happen naturally." Logan paused for a second and looked up at my face, "I can't believe we made this, it's mind blowing."

            I sighed and tilted my head to the side, ogling over our daughter. "I know it's so surreal. But it's perfect." 

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