Berlin

(Just Osias looking Daddy AF above. No big deal)

A month later, and things still had yet to turn back to normal. I began to believe that they never really would after the entire situation. The consolation of the Goddess' - or God's - words only took off a little bit of the after bite, but the inside of the emotional wound was still festering and fresh.

My fingers trailed over my ever-growing baby bump as I laid leisurely on Osias and I's California King sized bed, wincing slightly when a pain seared through my spine from a shift inside of my womb. I'd practically been put on permanent bed rest by Osias the moment we got back to the pack lands, as he was so concerned for my well-being and that of our little ray of sunshine. No amount of my pouting would get him to change his mind, and when he finally explained how scared he was of losing both of us again, I finally settled down and complied to his wishes.

I didn't want to stress him out even more than he has been.

And I didn't blame him, really. My body seemed to be growing weaker and weaker every day as I adjusted to the height of my pregnancy. An average werewolf pregnancy is only about half of the time of a human one, leaving me about two and a half months before giving birth. It was amazing how much my stomach grew once I was back on a steady diet of healthy foods; I could barely fit into my shirts anymore, resulting in my raiding of Osias's button-up dress shirts to cover my nude body and bulging tummy.

"P-Please d-on't hurt your m-mommy, angel..." I whispered lovingly with a wince, caressing my baby bump gently when I felt yet another painful movement inside of me. It seems like the God/dess was right when They proclaimed Osias and I's pup would be the next in line as Alpha, as I could already sense his rebellious nature as he kicked at my ribs painfully. I took deep, shaky breaths, shifting my weight on the bed to move into a slightly more comfortable position as I closed my eyes, whimpering as memories of the worst time in my life flashed across the back of my eyelids.

I remembered our evacuation from the facility like it was yesterday; waking up like I'd just been in a deep sleep with Osias's fully healed body beneath mine, Max's body falling to the ground in a late stage of decay as it should have been, and Corey rushing towards me with relief in his eyes as he held his still-unconscious mate in his strong arms before we all fled the building. The pack warriors, some covered head to toe in blood and wounds, supported one another as we made our way back to the vacation compound.

It was a long hike back, but Osias refused to let me out of his arms from the moment we woke. He quickly shoved his shirt over my naked body after discarding the bloodied bulletproof vest that stuck to my small body. It was a relief to wake up with no scars or whip lashes marring my body, and remember sending up a little message to our new friend the God/dess for relieving at least the physical pain.

I could've sworn that I heard a tinkling giggle in the wind when I sent up that prayer, but it could've just been my imagination.

"Bubby?" came a soft voice from the door. I turned over with a wince to see my Dad poking his small body through a crack in the door with a timid smile, my Papa not far behind him as his hulking figure pushed the wooden door open further so that he could also fit into the room. I immediately pushed myself up into a sitting position on the bed to make more room for them to sit beside me.

I knew that they were both extremely worried when I was kidnapped, and it felt terrible to know that I put them through such stress. Especially Dad. He had enough phobias to deal with, and I didn't want to add losing a son to that. Ever since we got back to the pack compound, Dad and Papa would constantly visit me to make sure I was alright. At first it pissed off Osias that they were given unrestricted access to the Alpha Wing, but when he saw how they brought a smile to my face, he relented.

My smiles really were rare these days.

"H-hi..." I whispered out, a faint smile tugging at the corner of my lips when Papa sat down on the edge of the bed before gripping Dad's waist to pull his husband gently into his lap. It was cute how smitten Papa was with Dad and vice versa; even though they've been together for so long they still acted like newlyweds. The fact that Osias had their room soundproofed was testament to that.

"How're you feeling, sweetie?" Dad's sweet voice drifted through the air as he set his black neck pillow in his lap, his head resting on Papa's shoulder with a smile while he gently kicked his short, dangling legs. "You know if you have any questions about the pregnancy, you can ask me. After all, I was pregnant with you and your brothers all at once, so I like to think of myself as a professional." he boasted, before practically blanching when Papa snorted in opposition to his notion.

"Bunny, stop lying. The only professional you were was professional at throwing glasses at my head when I wouldn't get you your Chocolate Chip Crunch ice cream." Papa quipped, chuckling softly when Dad glared and smacked his husband's arm with his black neck pillow before pointing an accusatory finger in his face.

"Hey, Mister! I was a heavily pregnant man carrying triplets. Getting my ice cream when I wanted it was the least you could've done!" Dad attempted to sound menacing, but with his small stature and slightly high-pitched voice, it turned out sounding more comical than anything. "Ugh, you're such a terrible husband!" he dramatized, poking his bottom lip out in a pout while contradicting his own words by snuggling deeper into Papa's chest and clutching his neck pillow tightly.

I couldn't help but giggle at the teasing smirk that overtook Papa's features, possibly forgetting that I was in the room as he leaned close to Dad's ear to whisper words that even left me blushing bright red.

"You weren't saying that ten minutes ago when you were tied up and screaming. I believe it went something like 'Oh Ray, harder! Oh shit! Ray, fuc-'" Papa's attempt to mimic Dad's high-pitched voice was suddenly cut short by Dad's frantic scream as he clamped both of his small hands over his mate's mouth. I could see Papa's victorious smirk underneath them, and the way that it reached his eyes indicated that he knew he won.

"Oh my fucking Goddess! Shut up! Our son is right here!" Dad practically screamed, glancing over to me with an apologetic expression. My eyes flickered to his wrists where faint, pink welts sat on his smooth skin, and my face heated up when I realized what they must have been from.

I knew my parents had a lot of sex, but I didn't know they were the kinky type.

Just the thought made me want to vomit.

Baby Osias must have wanted to as well, because a sudden surge of stomach acid up my esophagus send me barreling out of the bed and straight to the toilet in Osias and I's en-suite bathroom, hunching over the bowl as soon as my knees harshly hit the tiled floor. I heard my Dad's worried squeal at my sudden departure, and as I threw up my guts, I could hear thunderous footsteps and a loud curse before large, calloused hands gently pulled my long hair from my face.

I almost purred at the scent of Osias as he used his free hand to trail along my spine, but the copious amount of half-digested food that spilled from my mouth halted my endeavor.

"Fuck. Are you alright, kitten?!" Osias fretted, leaning down and tilting his head to gauge my facial expression. My droopy eyes flickered to his and I went to answer, but I was once again cut off by another wave of nausea that suddenly hit me, leaving me hunched over the bowl and heaving once more.

"When the hell did this happen?!" my worried and fuming mate inquired, turning towards my parents - or specifically Papa, as Dad was trembling with fear behind Papa at the presence of Osias; his tiny body almost completely concealed by Papa's hulking figure. Papa's deep, husky voice replied in a matter of seconds, strong and confident.

"We're not sure, Alpha. He just jumped up and ran in here while we were talking." He calmly stated, earning a scowl from Osias as his eye began to swirl with a liquid gold color.

"And what about your husband? Did he, by chance, hurt my mate?" Osias accused, and I flinched when he wrapped his arms around my waist protectively, his deep voice laced with York's rage.

No.

Don't touch me.

Papa's eyes narrowed at the accusation at Dad, and I didn't miss the strangled sob that escaped Dad before he turned and ran out of the room as fast as his short legs could carry him, slamming the door behind.

"He's anthropophobic, asshole." Papa growled out past clenched teeth, his eyes flashing a bright gold as well as a display of his anger towards Osias for triggering his mate. He stared daggers at Osias for a moment longer before storming out in search of Dad, definitely to comfort him so that he doesn't have another panic attack.

With my parents out of the room, Osias heaved a sigh before tightening his arms around my waist when my vomiting finally relented. While his arms would usually be comforting, I couldn't help but pull away from the restricting embrace, reminding me of the force of Max above me, tearing me apart for his pleasure as he laughed sinisterly.

I'm dirty.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I... forgot." muttered Osias as he let me go, tilting his head back against the tile in an exhausted manner.

We were having problems.

Ever since we returned from our 'trip', I'd been having flashbacks from the experience of being locked in the basement room of Max's compound. Starved. Dirty. Desperate. Dying. They were as vivid as the moment I'd been there, haunting almost every hour of my day and night.

But the worst were the ones of Max. The way his bruising grip left purple marks on my pale skin, the way he violated me in the worst way possible, ripping away the most sacred act between mates that there ever could be and claiming it as his own.

I was constantly on edge, wary of anything and anyone - except for close family - ever since we were rescued. Even Osias. The feeling of his loving hands on my skin were only a reminder of how broken I was, how much he didn't deserve to be stuck with someone as used as me just because I was pregnant with his child.

So I stayed away. I knew that the moment Max slipped inside of me that I became an obligation to Osias, that he couldn't ever love me again.

Right?

Even though I registered the pain in his eyes each time I pulled away from his willing embraces, I knew that deep down he must have been utterly disgusted with me.

Who would want me anyway? Pregnant, raped, and mentally scarred. Triple trouble.

I glanced over at Osias where he sat against the wall, looking down at my hands as I listened to the sound of our combined breathing. As much as I wanted to reach over and burrow into his arms forever, I knew that I wasn't worthy. That fact alone brought tears to my eyes as I sniffled softly.

His expression seemed to be calm and content, but I didn't miss the way that his brow creased slightly and his fingertips twitched towards me. I wiped away a few tears that fell down my cheeks before standing up, feeling Osias's piercing eyes on me as I moved to wash my mouth out. After a few moments, I heard the shuffling of his large body as he stood up, and I watched his muscular back's reflection as he retreated from the room silently.

My heart burned at the sight, and the moment the door closed, I succumbed to the tears. A sob made it's way up my throat when I set my toothbrush down, wrapping my arms around my waist as Osias would have done before I slowly dragged my feet out of the bathroom. The pain in my heart was practically unbearable, but I knew it was for the best.

Max was right. I'm useless.

I wanted my Daddy.

With that intent in mind, I shuffled to Osias's side of the closet, shrugging off the vomit-soiled button-up and tossing it into the hamper before grabbing a new, white one that was practically infused with Osias's scent. I almost smiled at the enticing aroma of it, stopping to press a soft hand to my baby bump as I slowly buttoned the front with my fumbly, thin fingers.

"S-smell that, angel? That's y-your Papa's smell." I introduced to our little bundle of joy, smiling when our tiny Alpha responded with a gentle kick to my stomach. Surprisingly, a soft giggle made its way past my tears as I felt my stomach jolt gently, buttoning up the rest of the shirt before making sure it fell to mid-thigh and covered all of my goodies.

Even though we were having problems, I knew that if anyone caught a glimpse of what was underneath my shirt, Osias would have their head on a silver platter.

Thankfully, my sore legs and slightly swollen feet complied as I walked out of the room and into the hallway, making my way out of the Alpha wing towards Papa and Daddy's room. I gave half-hearted smiles to those I passed along the way, my hands gently entwined in front of me as I moved down the corridor. After all, I was still the Luna of the pack whether I liked it or not.

When I finally reached my parents' door, I turned the knob slowly, trying to give them time to get decent in case they ended up having sex - which was the case much more often than it should be. However, what I didn't expect to see was Papa leaned up against the wall while sitting on the floor with Dad straddling his thick, muscular thighs. Dad's arms were tightly latched around Papa's neck as he nodded into it at something his mate said, and Papa's lips gently kissing the skin just below Dad's ear. I could hear soft, muffled sobs from Dad as his small body shook against his mate and they mumbled back and forth.

It was amazing how much they both depended on one another. While it seemed like Dad was the one that truly needed his other half, Papa was just as dependent. They were always together; if they happened to be separated Dad would turn into a nervous wreck and Papa's temper would become absolutely uncontrollable. They both perfected each other, like the last and final piece to a puzzle. But at that moment, I felt like I was intruding on an incredibly personal moment, so I made my presence known by stepping in and closing the door a little bit harder than normal.

Dad's red, puffy eyes and tear-streaked cheeks flickered over to me and he let out a small smile through the pain that was evident on his face. Dad was so strong despite his tiny size and timid demeanor, and I admired him so much for it. He never told my brothers and I what he went through which warranted his deep fear of social situations and the presence of strangers, but I knew it was something that shook him to his very soul. Even so, he never let it get in the way of loving us to the best of his ability.

"Are you alright, Bubba?" Dad soft-spokenly asked, pushing forward on Papa's chest to sit up before rubbing his red eyes with a small fist. Papa's hands gently held Dad's hips as he looked at me silently, although there was a flicker of worry in his eyes when they landed on me as well, noticing the puffiness of my eyes from crying.

"N-no..." I gently sobbed, clutching at Osias's button-up just over my heart.

It hurt.

It hurt so badly.

I couldn't help the overflowing of tears that began to drip down my cheeks. My knees gave out and I found myself sitting on the cream colored carpet as Dad quickly rushed over and wrapped his short arms round my small body, rocking back and forth as he whispered supportive words in my ear and let me sob into his open arms.

"Ray, would you mind giving us a moment...?" Dad whispered to his mate, and I felt Papa's hesitation. It wasn't often that Dad willingly let Papa move beyond 10 feet from him. I was stunned when Papa simply sighed aloud, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to Dad's forehead before leaving the room, the door clicking closed behind him.

"Talk to me, Bubba." Dad whispered, pulling back gently to smile timidly at me. When I met his incredibly caring eyes, I couldn't help but tell him everything.

The night terrors, my inability to be touched by anyone but close family, the flashbacks of Max on top of me that made me tense in fear. Everything. Dad listened to every word silently, nodding his head every once in a while while. Once I finished pouring my heart out, I was a sobbing mess; my chest tight and my throat raspy. I hadn't noticed that Dad began crying with me at some point during my confession, and he pulled away gently after a few moments to wipe away my tears with the sleeve of his bright purple knit sweater before doing the same to his.

After a few strangled breaths from both of us, Dad finally looked at me as he sat back on his heels, fumbling nervously with the hem of his sweater before sighing gently.

And what he said next almost knocked the air right out of my chest.

"I think it's finally time to tell you how I met your dad."

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YES ANOTHER CHAPTER. I'M ON A FUCKING ROLL. <3

So our little Berlin baby is going through some problems, but hopefully Danny Dad will help him through it :) I missed Papa and Dad, their relationship is super cute and fluffy. Can't help but love em!

Anthropophobia: an extreme, pathological form of shyness and timidity. Being a form of social phobia, it may manifest as fears of blushing or meeting others' gaze, awkwardness and uneasiness when appearing in society, etc.

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Alexander