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Isadora Capri x reader

Warnings: none just fluff and description of how you take care of your wife <3

DISCLAIMER: ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE

Isadora, who had been thinking about carrying your pups for a long time now, the thought of having little werewolves with you warmed her heart so much. You already discussed this topic and she promised that she would tell you when she was in heat (If you don't realize it sooner because it's so obvious).

Isadora wakes up one day with a terrible feeling of nausea. Of course, when she looks at her calendar, she realizes her period is terribly late and puts two and two together. But she wanted it all to be accurate, so without your knowledge, she bought three pregnancy tests and presented them (with two stripes on each) to you that same evening with a small smile.

You both watched her belly swell over time, but from that evening on, you never stopped kissing and stroking it every day. "You're going to look so wonderful, Isa. I'll take care of you and our baby." It was a kind of worship and a reminder that she is beautiful in your eyes in any form. Of course, she had to give up wearing tight belts around her waist and wear looser clothes, which caused people around her to ask questions.

Despite all your love, you both needed a lot of patience along the way. But you loved her so much that you couldn't be angry at her hormonal-induced moodiness. She could yell at you for no reason, cry, ask you late at night to buy her the strangest food that she had never eaten before. You treated her as if she were made of crystal and would break under any strain, and you didn't even let her carry her work bag.

stick stickers on her belly as decoration <3

When she was seven or eight months pregnant and her belly had become so large and heavy, she often complained of lower back pain. But despite this, Isadora tried not to give up certain tasks, like cooking, even though you assured her you could do it all yourself. "I'm pregnant, not helpless." Isadora, standing in her loungewear and fluffy slippers, cooks behind the counter. You simply approach from behind and gently lift her belly, thereby relieving her of the weight. A contented moan emanates from her and she throws her head back onto your shoulder. "Oh my god, this feels so good, my back is in heaven."

Sometimes, because of her hormones, she would become not only sad or angry, but also too (and I mean very) horny. "Please baby, I need to feel you inside me, please, please." She whined as wetness pooled between her thighs. Isadora wanted you to take her hard and fast, but of course you didn't. "No, Isa, we have to be careful." You reminded her, laying her on her back and rubbing circles on her lower back. Soft kisses on her swollen breasts, round belly, plush hips, everything to make every part of her body vibrate because she is doing such a big and difficult job carrying your baby.