Capítulo 284 – Un Largo 2 1/2 Meses 

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Un mes y medio después , y estoy gigante . 

Gigantesco . 

” Embarazada de lobo de cinco meses ” , murmuro , revolviendo mi yogur con una cucharita de plata , ” está embarazada de una humana de unos trece meses ” . Recostándome en la almohada , me llevo la cuchara a la boca , pero dudo antes de darle un mordisco .. 

“¿ Qué ? ” , ​​pregunta Sinclair , mirándome desde su lugar en la cama , donde está leyendo algunos informes en su tableta . ” ¿ Se ha agriado ? ” 

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” No ” , murmuro , clavando la cuchara de nuevo en la taza . ” Tengo miedo de que si como otro bocado , este bebé se hará aún más grande ”  . _

“¡ Bien ! ” , declara Sinclair , sonriendo a mi barriga hinchada y extendiendo una mano cariñosa para frotar mi barriguita . ” Que se haga grande y fuerte antes de que nazca , de esa manera puede salir corriendo y podemos jugar al fútbol dentro de una semana  ” .

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” Absolutamente no ” , respondí bruscamente , mirándolo un poco y esperando al infierno que estuviera bromeando . _ ” No voy a convertirte en  un apoyador , Dominic , así que sácate eso de la cabeza ” .

Sinclair se ríe y deja su tableta a un lado , moviéndose más abajo en la cama para presionar su oreja contra la mía . estómago justo por encima de donde se ha asentado el bebé . “¿ Qué es eso , pequeño Rafe ? “, pregunta , lo suficientemente alto para que yo lo escuche . tuerzo mis labios _y niego un poco con la cabeza , sabiendo que todo esto es para mi beneficio de todos modos . Si quería hablar con Rafe , podía hacerlo a través de su vínculo . _ ” Te sientes perfectamente cómodo allí y quieres ir a término completo para que puedas crecer y _fuerte ? ” 

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Siento que el bebé se mueve , luego , respondiendo a la voz de su padre , presionando alguna extremidad ( una mano o un pie ) sobre mi piel , justo donde está la cara de Sinclair . Sinclair besa el lugar donde presiona el bebé y siento un poco de emociónde la felicidad de Rafe corriendo a través de mí . 

” Dile que no es verdad , Rafe ” , digo en voz alta , acariciando los costados de mi estómago , que honestamente parece como si me hubiera tragado una sandía gigante . ” Dígale que está apretujado allí y que le gustaría estirarse en su cómoda camita de bebé ” .. ” 

Rafe se conecta entonces con los dos , sus emociones resuenan de felicidad , pero , de hecho , con un poco … sensación de opresión , con el deseo de estirarse . ” ¿ Ves ? ” Digo , levantando una ceja hacia Sinclair mientras él me mira con _a big smile. “He’s sick of it too. Time for baby to be born!” 

“Well,” Sinclair sighs, sitting up and giving my belly one last pat. “We’ll see what Cora and Hank say this afternoon at your checkup. Sometimes wolf babies come sooner than six months.” 

“Really?” I ask, excited. 

“Sure,” he shrugs. “It’s not common, but…” 

“Well,” I consider aloud, “maybe since he’s one quarter moon goddess…he’ll come fast, and leave me in peace. I wonder what their average gestation period is…” 

Sinclair just laughs, coming to my side and putting out his hands to help me to my feet. I accept readily and head to the closet, eager to get out of my pajamas and head to this appointment. 

I smile secretly at my mate as he heads back to flop onto the bed, continuing his work while I get ready. He’s been so sweet and supportive, even though I’ve been a bit miserable for the past two weeks, but especially this last one. There’s been some trouble, I know, with human insurgents who are unhappy with how well the peace talks are going. They think that humans are getting the short end of the stick and are threatening violence unless Sinclair and his teams make more concessions. I know it’s stressing him, but he still makes a great deal of time for me in his day. I’m so grateful for him, for my sweet attentive mate. 

As I pull on a clean top and stretchy pants, I consider whether I complain too much about this final stretch of my pregnancy. It’s not that it’s not that I’m not enjoying being pregnant – I have loved every minute of feeling my little boy grow stronger inside of me, every little twist and kick, and especially feeling the little messages he sends down our bond to me. He’s gotten so communicative lately, really responding to us like a little baby might telling us how he feels and what he wants. 

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It’s all been so wonderful. It’s just…I am so uncomfortable now. I’ve always been a petite woman, and even though Rafe was little at the start, it’s very clear that he’s Sinclair’s baby now. He is heavy, and he presses on my back, and my ankles are swollen, and I can’t find a comfortable spot when I sleep – even in my nest… 

So, I admit that I’m a bit torn. As much as I love being pregnant, and I’m so happy and grateful for it, it in many ways feels like the end of a wonderful vacation where you start to think about how nice it will be to go back home. I sigh and lean down to pick out a pair of sneakers but stop, suddenly, when I realize that I can’t bend down far enough over my belly to grab them. So I straighten, glare at the shoes, and then kick them out of the closet so that they spill onto the floor 

of our bedroom. 

When I peek out the door, Sinclair is looking towards the closet, his eyebrows raised. 

“Can you get those?” I ask with a big smile. “I need you to put them on my feet. Baby says no 

more bending.” 

My mate gives a warm chuckle and obliges me, coming to scoop up the shoes as I go to sit on the bed. “Sure thing, Cinderella,” he smirks, kneeling down on one knee and lifting one of my feet up like the prince he is. “Let’s see if the slipper fits.” 

When we get to the doctor’s office, the receptionist gives us a big smile and takes us right back to a private exam room. I look around the crowded waiting room, opening my mouth to protest that we shouldn’t be seen before all of these women who have been so patient, but Sinclair presses a hand to my back, ushering me forward. “I paid for this place, after all,” he murmurs, giving me a smile. “You can accept just a little special treatment, just this once.” 

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I hesitate but then let him herd me along, looking back over my shoulder and feeling guilty. It’s true, though Sinclair brokered a deal with both Cora and Hank to have them on call for me at all times throughout the pregnancy. And, after Rafe is born, they’ll be our personal physicians for our whole family. In exchange, though, they both requested that he set them up in private practice so that they can see refugee clients for free when we didn’t need them. Judging by the swell of people in the lobby, they seem to be taking the latter half of the deal quite seriously. 

My train of thought is interrupted by the sound of my sister calling a greeting to me, rushing 

down the hall to wrap me in a hug. “Ella!” she says, pulling back and looking me up and down.‘ Wow, you’re huge!” 

“Thanks,” I grimace, rolling my eyes and rubbing a hand over my stomach. “Just what every 

woman wants to hear when she walks into a room. 

Cora gives Sinclair a nod of greeting and takes me by the arm. “It’s different when you’re pregnant and visiting your doctor who is your sister,” she says, giving me a grin and taking me into the exam room/“We get cart blanche to say whatever we want.” 

“If you say so,” I mumble, hoisting myself up onto the exam table with a helping hand from 

Sinclair. 

Cora begins the standard exam, asking me for details of how I’m feeling, if there have been any issues. I report that everything has been fine, just general pregnancy discomfort which I think is normal for the later months of a pregnancy. She nods and listens to the baby in my belly, taking my vitals and generally assessing the baby’s growth. Hank comes into the room as she works, nodding warmly to Sinclair and to me. When Cora is done, he performs his own basic exam of my general health as Cora gets the ultrasound machine working, ready to take a look at the baby. 

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All is going well until Cora puts the jelly on my belly and starts to move the wand around, looking at Rafe on the screen and taking some measurements. I’m smiling at the image of my baby, so well -formed and big and real on the screen when he was just a little blip a few months ago! But I snap my eyes to my sister when I hear her gasp. 

“Ella,” she says, turning to me and biting her lip. 

“¿ Qué ? ” susurro , mis ojos se abren como platos . “¿ Qué le pasa a mi bebé ? ”