#ahiga

Reader goes nuts but so does Ahiga lol

You stare at the two little pink lines at the pregnancy test. Positive. You’re pregnant.

Excitement swells in your chest, and despite knowing that Ahiga is “taking care” of something, you call him.

“Love, what’s wrong?” Ahiga asks, his voice instantly panicked.

You can hear someone scream behind him before there’s a loud crash. Guilt twists your stomach. He’s still busy. “Nothing is wrong. I can call you later,” you say quietly, but then you hear his cousin’s excited voice.

“Is that your mate? Tell her I said hi!” Yiska calls, his young, eager voice spilling into the line.

“Shut up, Ka,” Ahiga snaps, but you can tell that there’s affection in his voice. Yiska is his first cousin, and he’s very close with him. That’s who he’s training to take over his “business”, after all. “It’s okay, my love. The kid can handle it. Why did you call?”

Unable to hold back the words anymore, you burst out, “I’m pregnant!”

There’s no sound for a moment, and you think, terribly for a moment, that he’s not happy. Were your worst fears right? Was there a part of him that was holding out for his fated mate? Was he unhappy about there now being a tie to him he could never get rid of?

Just as you feel tears prick your eyes, you hear a car door slam. “Aggy?”

“I’m on my way home right now,” he gruffs. There’s the squealing of tires.

“But what about Yiska and… the job?”

“Who the fuck cares? The kid will handle it. My mate is pregnant with my pup. I need to be home. Now,” his words come out as a growl, but you realize he’s excited, not angry. “Wyonia is going to be so excited. She wants a sibling so bad.”

A laugh bubbles up from your throat. He’s such a good dad. Even now, he’s thinking of her.

When he’s finally home, after what feels like hours but is really only about 15 minutes, he comes running out of the car. The front door slams before you can even get all the way downstairs.

“Y/N,” he growls, his tail wagging so hard that you think he’s about to fall over.

Scooping you up in his arms, he buries his face in your neck. Breathing in your scent deeply. He can already tell the difference in your scent. How had he not noticed before?

“My love,” he groans, licking up your neck, making you shudder.

He carries you upstairs, draping you on your bed as he climbs on top of you. Your legs fall open, and he’s already panting. His cock is already fully unsheathed as he pushes down his pants and boxers. Both of you ignore the slightly splattered blood on the hem.

You’re whimpering and moaning the second he eases into your dripping cunt. Above you, the werewolf shudders, fully shifting. He can’t help how excited he is.

“I’m sorry, love. I’ll be careful of you and the pup,” he growls, burying his face in your neck.

His strokes are desperate, sloppier than usual. It’s unlike him, but you don’t mind. Since he’s so shifted, every snap drives him against your cervix. It’s painful in the most blissful way, but he whines, his ears flicking back.

“B-being careful. Not gonna hurt the pup,” he whines again, but his hips snap forward again, drawing out a moan from you.

When he starts panting that he’s close, he goes to pull out, but you try to lock your legs around his waist. “N-no. No baby please. Please knot me. Need it. Need you.”

“I could hurt the pup,” he protests weakly, but when you whimper, he can’t resist.

It only takes a few more slamming strokes before his knot swells, locking him deep inside of you as he stuffs you with his cum. Thick ropes making your stomach swell. That makes his tail wag as he finally pulls away from your neck to look down at your stomach.

“Perfect… and that’s how you’ll look all the time soon. Swollen with my seed. My pup.”

And that makes your cunt throb so hard you’re grinding down on his knot, mewling for more.

Ahiga encounters the banished

You don’t even really know what possessed you to do such an insane thing instead of talking to him. Before you knew it, you were packing your things. Wyonia was already at your parents’ for the weekend with all of her essentials. You could come back for the rest.

He stood in the corner of the room, whimpering pitifully, fully shifted into a monster of a man with his ears pinned against his head and his tail between his legs like a wounded animal.

“Don’t leave me,” the words came out wrong, raspier than usual, from how shifted he was and the fact he had been crying for hours. “Please, love, I love you. I need you.”

“You don’t,” you spat, tears threatening your own eyes again. Fuck, it hurt so bad.

But, you couldn’t go back now. Not after you’d seen those texts. Sweet, heart felt words that made your stomach churn. You’d never been great with that kind of thing, except for spurts here and there when you became fantastic.

“I miss you.”

“I love you.”

“You’re the best.”

“Call me. I need to hear your voice.”

Who the fuck was Mitena anyway? Why did she have all those emojis after her name? She was a werewolf, that much was clear from her contact photo, and she was beautiful. It made your stomach drop when you saw her on the screen.

“Yes I do. I can’t go back to living without you,” his voice broke as he walked over to you; falling to his knees and burying his snout between your shoulders. “Please. Please I can’t do this. Y/N, you’re my everything. We have a child. You’re carrying my pup.”

His voice broke as his hot tears wet your back. Where was the towering, blood thirsty werewolf criminal (crime boss? You never asked for details), and why has he been replaced by this whimpering pup?

“Y/N,” his voice warbled as he tightened his grip, digging his claws into your skin. “Tell me what I did. I’ll do anything to fix it. Love just, just don’t leave me.”

“It’s too late,” you hiccupped, pushing away his paws that fell away too easily.

"You can't do this," he rasped, his ears pressed tightly against his ears as he peered up at you, wet tears clinging to his lashes.

"I can, and I am. We'll... we'll figure out everything about the pup later. I would never keep you from him," you muttered as you forced yourself to zip up your bag.

"And, and Wyonia?" his voice trembled. "You can't take my baby away from me, Y/N. Please."

"I wouldn't do that," you whispered, and he let out a shaky sigh of relief.

"My love... let me fix whatever I broke. Please," he whispered again, but you shook your head.

"No. There's nothing left to fix," you said stiffly as you stepped away from him.

"At least let me drive you to your parents. You shouldn't be driving when you're upset," he said, and you wanted to point out that he was upset too, but he was already striding over to where he kept his keys.

It was an awkward drive to your parents' house, but he didn't try to stop you. Instead he just said nothing, looking pitiful the entire time.

"You can come get Wyonia tomorrow for a visit," you said, hand on the door handle. He nodded. You got out. "Good-bye, Ahiga."

Okay so this was going to be addressed in the future but I can’t stand it since I got an ask. No one can think Aggy ain’t completely in love and obsessed 😭

Your stomach rounded quickly. Much quicker than it did with Wyonia. Werewolves only carry their pups for around three to four months, so the doctor told you that your pregnancy would only be about five months. Maybe six. It was a bit scary to think about since by the time you found out, you were already a month along. Only four, if you were lucky five, months to wrap your head around the idea of having another child.

As the date loomed closer, your insecurities settled in. Part of you thought, hoped, now that you were carrying his pup, Ahiga would mark you. Wyonia was almost four now, and you’d been together nearly as long. Everything you knew about werewolves said that they tended to mark fairly quickly after moving in together, which is why they often don’t move in with their mates for years. So they are certain. After all, you only have two chances to mark someone, really.

A wolf can mark one chosen mate, and then their fated mate. If their fated mate dies, or rejects them, then maybe they’ll find a second chance fated mate, but that’s even more rare. So really, it’s two chances.

Is that why he’s hesitating? He doesn’t want to “waste” his chosen mate bite on you? The thought made your stomach roll.

“Aggy,” you whined as you crawled into bed beside him one night. Your eyes watering.

“What is it, my love?” he yawned, rolling over to draw you into his arms.

The question stuck like a lump in your throat, but after a moment, you forced it out, “why have you not marked me?”

Ahiga’s eyes snapped open as he regarded you, his brows furrowed. “What?”

“Why haven’t you marked me?” you repeated, your voice high and tight as you tried not to cry. “Is it because I’m not your fated mate? Are you still waiting for her?”

“What?! Baby, no,” Ahiga said, his voice mimicking your panic as he shot up, gathering you into his arms. “Creator, no. No no. I love you. Only you.”

“Then why won’t you mark me?” you can’t hold back the dam of tears anymore as you buried your face into his furry neck.

“I didn’t think you’d care. It’s not like humans do it,” he said softly, stroking your hair.

“It’s been almost four years, and we’re not married either,” you hiccuped, soaking his fur with your tears. “You haven’t even proposed!”

“Do… do you want me to?” Ahiga asked uncertainty.

You pulled back, wiping your face hard to try to clear your tears. “Of course I do! I’m starting to feel like you don’t even love me!”

Horror, guilt and shame washed over the werewolf’s face. His ears pressed tightly against his head. “Love, you know you’re my entire heart.”

“No I don’t,” you sobbed, your voice breaking again.

“I didn’t think you’d want me to propose after what happened last time you got engaged. He treated you so badly,” Ahiga tried to explain, though his voice was uncertain.

Wiping your face again, you let out a choked hiccup as you tried to reign in your emotions. Fuck. Pregnancy hormones really did make you act way more emotional than usual.

“Why would you think that? You’re not him. I love you, and I thought you loved me,” the words came out as an uncertain whimper.

“I love you. More than anything. You and Wyonia both, then this little one too, after they’re born,” he said, pressing a clawed hand to your swollen stomach.

“Then why won’t you mark me?” you whispered.

The question hung heavy in the air, then Ahiga let out a sigh, pressing his forehead against your shoulder. “I wanted to wait until I found my fated mate, and rejected her. I didn’t want you to feel like I ever settled, and since you’re human, I didn’t think the not marking you thing would bother you so much.”

“Is… is that really all?” you ask quietly, looking up at him with bleary eyes after you gently pushed his face away from your shoulder.

Nervousness makes him look away for a moment. “And, sometimes I worry. That you’ll wake up one day and realize,” he paused, letting out a shuddering sigh and squeezing his eyes shut. “Realize what a monster I am. How much better you could do.”

“Aggy,” you said tenderly, squeezing his forearm. “You’re not a monster.”

“You know what I do,” he whispered, his voice thick. “What if you get tired of it one day? Take the pups and, and leave? That would be hard enough, but if you also bore my mark, I’d never be able to escape the emptiness no matter how much I slept or drank. I’d feel nothing but emptiness, but you’re human. You could move on.”

You laughed brokenly, shaking your head and hugging him tightly. “Stupid wolf. I’d never leave you. I know what you do, but you and the Pack keep us safe. I trust you. Have some trust in me too.”

A soft whine escaped his throat as he buried his face in your hair. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I should trust you, but I want to do this right. I don’t want to mark you until I reject her.”

Mostly, that settled your doubts. That insecure fear that had been curling in your chest.

After the conversation, he bundled you into his arms and curled his big body around you, your face pressed into his chest. You hoped he would take your words to heart. If he wouldn’t mark you, you at least wanted him to propose. You wanted some kind of proof that he was devoted to you, but you were too afraid to bring it up again right then. For now, at least, you felt secure about your relationship.

You had gone to visit your family for the day with Wyonia but Ahiga was at work so he didn’t get to come. When he gets home, he misses you so bad, and it has been nearly a day since the two of you had sex, so he decides to watch a little bit of porn. With you around, he almost never does. Why would he need to? But he had a really hard day and assumes since you’d be back late you probably couldn’t sleep together tonight.

He’s leaking as soon as he finds the video he wants- a werewolf porn where the human woman is restrained, tied around her partner as he bounces her up and down on his cock. He can already imagine doing that to you, hearing you whimper and whine as you take everything he gives you. The only reason he hasn’t brought it up is because he’s worried about hurting you, or you being scared of him. He always is so careful to maintain at least some control, but he doesn’t know if he could with this.

As soon as he hears the car approaching, he shuts the laptop, puts himself away, and by the time you come in he’s already washed his hands before coming to greet you and the baby. His long tongue drags up your face, his tail wagging hard as he tells you how much he loves you both and how much he missed you. You don’t even have a chance to respond before he scoops Wyonia out of the car seat and declares he’s putting her to bed since you hogged her all day.

You don’t mind, going to change into pajamas when you notice his laptop on the bed. Curiosity gets the better of you, and when you creak the screen open, you see the video paused. Immediately, you feel a rush of arousal making your cunt clench for a moment. Why wouldn’t he tell you he was into this?! You know he doesn’t want to hurt you, but fuck. Fuck this was so hot.

The sound of him coming down the hall to the bedroom is barely audible. You only have a few seconds to do something. You rush to the closet, looking through the restraints you use for when he shifts on the full moon- they’re the only ones you have, and despite being way too strong for you, you decide to use them anyway.

When Ahiga comes into the room, seeing the restraints being positioned on the bed with you sitting by them, he tenses. “Why are those out?” he gruffs, his ears going back slightly in annoyance. Without a word, you flip up the screen of the laptop, letting the video begin to play. His ears droop and pin with embarrassment. “I was just… you were gone so…”

“Do you want to?” you ask, looking up at him.

He hesitates, then nods. “I do. Goddess, fuck I do, but I don’t know if I can control myself. You being completely at my mercy,” he hesitates again, but his tail is wagging behind him.

“Let’s just try it. I’ll wear my silver bracelet, and if you hurt me I’ll push it against your back,” you offer, the excitement in your voice making his tail wag harder.

He immediately nods, starting to strip, nearly ripping his pants as he struggles to get them off now that he’s shifting more, his claws scraping against the zipper. You slip out of your clothes and grab your bracelet- trusting him completely but knowing that it’s a small safe guard that will make him feel better. As soon as he gets undressed, you see he’s leaking precum already. From the sheer excitement or because he didn’t finish earlier you’re not sure.

He sits on the bed, patting his lap. You crawl on top of him, letting out a breathy whine as you sink yourself onto his cock. For a moment, you think he’s not going to do it and just fuck you then, but a low growl rumbles his chest as he reaches behind him for the restraints.

It’s not perfect since he’s so much bigger than you, and even completely tightened your wrists and ankles could slip out of you really wanted to, but unless you try to escape, you’re secure. He locks your ankles around his waist, though of course they don’t go all the way around. Then he reaches like a necklace, locking your wrists around his neck.

“Easier to get my attention with the silver if you need to,” he mumbles.

His cock is twitching and throbbing inside of you, leaking precum as his knot is already partially swollen. He just wants to fuck you so bad that he’s physically restraining himself by gripping the bed under his, his claws ripping through the sheets and mattress. You’re whining, trying to roll your hips for more friction but you’re unable to with how your legs are pulled up.

Then, he starts walking around the room, his tail twitching slightly as he runs the soft pads of his paws over your back, his face buried in your neck as he forces you just to cockwarm him. Your cunt flutters around his cock, making him growl against your soft skin, but he wants to make it last. He wants to be careful. He’d never forgive himself if he lost control and hurt you.

But, when you look up at him with teary eyes, your lower lip pressed out, his resolve weakens, and it shatters when you whimper out, “Aggy please.”

Then you’re being bounced up and down, his cock slamming into your womb each time as he snarls, his teeth barely grazing your skin as his claws dig into your waist as he bounces you. When his claws break the skin just ever so slightly, and he smells your blood, he goes feral. Now he’s slamming you down harder, faster, than you thought possible. You’re a blubbering mess, your cunt a vice around his cock as his muzzle opens, his teeth now resting around your throat. If he snapped down, he’d kill you. You know he never would, but the sudden borderline violence has you cumming on his cock as your blood beads around his claws.

He growls lowly again, his teeth pressing harder, nearly breaking the skin of your neck and throat, as your cunt pulses and convulses around his cock. His already partially inflated knot starts to swell more, and unlike usually when he would just not knot you when this happens, he tightens his grip on your waist, blood now starting to trickle down your skin, yanking you down and forcing his knot inside.

His hot cum fills your tiny human body, making you cum again. Your fingers are twitching as you’re whining and moaning, careful to keep the silver bracelet pressed against the wrist above his neck so you don’t touch him with it. Your toes are curling as your body trembles against him.

Finally, he sits, panting and now nuzzling your neck, lapping at your soft skin. “Mm, my mate,” he hums.

However, the second he realizes he made you bleed he’s taking the restraints off, whining loudly and apologizing as he carries you to the bathroom to wash and bandage your (very, very minor but he won’t hear that) “wounds”. He’s a mess, his ears pinned low against his head as he apologizes and says he’s never doing this again.

You grab his wrist, looking at him seriously. “We are fucking doing that again.”

His tail wags slowly. “Yes ma’am.”

(You can catch up on Ahiga here. Recap from last few installments: Y/N has been feeling insecure since Aggy hasn't marked them. After seeing texts from a female werewolf, you leave him)

"I can't believe you left him," Ahiga's sister, your childhood best friend, said as she flopped on your bed beside you.

"He was cheating on me," you said quietly, running your hand over your swollen stomach.

"Are you sure?" Tilly asked, rolling over to look at you, propping herself up with one arm.

"There were these texts...," you trailed off, your throat tight.

Her golden eyes widened, her ears pressing back against her head. "Oh no."

"Y-Yeah. She was telling him she loved him, that she missed his voice," your own voice broke, her lower lip trembling.

"Goddess, I'm so sorry," she whispered, belly crawling over to you to lay her large head in your lap, nosing your pregnant belly.

"I don't even know where he met her. When did he even have time?" you let out a broken laugh, sniffling. "He always was working or with me or Wyonia... Maybe he was sneaking out at night?"

"Maybe," she said quietly, bumping her nose against the swell of your stomach again. After a long moment, she asked, "what was her name?"

"Mi something," you sighed, running your fingers through her hair now, looking down at her.

Suddenly, Tilly stiffened, her tail even stiff. "Mitena?"

Your stomach dropped. How did she know that? Was she an ex girlfriend? Ahiga had said that he had never been with a human besides you before. "Y-yeah... I think so."

"Fuck," she said, bolting straight up. "Give me your phone."

"What?" you frowned as she grabbed it from your nightstand after a quick glance around the room. "What the- Tilly why?"

"Mitena is our cousin, you idiot," she snapped, though it wasn't entirely unkind. It was worried.

You felt your blood run cold. "Wh-what? No! Ka doesn't have a sister with that name."

"Yeah, because it's a cousin on our Mom's side," she groaned, pulling up Ahiga's number before you could stop her. She was already calling him.

"Tilly!" you hissed, trying to grab the phone back, but she wouldn't let you.

"Hey, can you come over to Y/N's parents' place? Why wants deer and she's refusing to eat anything else," Tilly said, shushing you when you tried to speak. After a few seconds, she grinned. "Sounds great. I'll see you soon."

"Tilly!" you hissed again when you grabbed your phone back. "Why did you have to use my phone for that, huh?"

"Because I knew he would pick up," she hummed as she slid off the bed. "C'mon. Let's go ahead and get set up."

"Set up?"

"His birthday is next week, so let's throw him a surprise birthday party so you can apologize properly."

"Apologize? Tilly-."

"No," she said, turning to look at you before letting out a long sigh. "He is obsessed with you, and Mitena is our cousin. I understand why you were upset but now that you know the truth, you have to apologize. The two of you love each other. He would forgive you anyway, but just do a little effort, okay?"

You flushed, running your hand over your pup swollen stomach again before relenting. "Okay... I guess I should make a big deal of an apology since I overreacted about the texts."

After your conversation with Tilly, you feel much better about Ahiga. Since Ahiga was part of a small litter, usually he preferred taking care of his “younger” siblings, including celebrating their birthday more than his. Tilly was right. Making a big deal of his birthday would show how sorry you were. It would show him how much he meant to you.

"Hey," he said quietly when you opened the door about two hours later. His ears were flicked back. His tail tucked between his legs. "I brought some deer for Why. Do you want me to cook it or just... leave it with you? I put it in freezer bags so it would last longer."

"Can you come cook it in the back yard? I'm really craving barbeque," you said, putting your hand on your stomach for emphasis.

Slowly, his tail started wagging. "You want me to grill? It could take awhile."

"I know. I'm sorry if you have somewhere to be," you hesitated, biting your lower lip.

He beamed, his ears perking up. "No! No where else to be."

Nearly running, his claws scrapping the wooden floor of your parents' living room, he bolted outside. You couldn't catch up with him before he reached the door, so everyone else got to yell "Surprise!" without you.

Confused, he turned to look at you. His tail still wagging slowly, though unsurely now. "Y/N? What is this all about?"

"Happy birthday," you huffed, using both hands now to cradle your stomach as you caught your breath. "I... I'm sorry, Aggy. I didn't know Mitena was your cousin, and I wanted to do something big for you."

A soft whine escaped his lips, his ears pinning back against his head. For a moment, you thought he was going to bolt again, but instead he scooped you up in his arms, licking up your face. "Does that mean you and Wyonia are coming home?"

Laughing, you nodded, the bag of meat hitting the wooden deck with a wet slap. "Yeah. We will tomorrow."

"That's not soon enough," he whined into your neck.

"Ahiga, c'mon. Let's get the party started, you old dog," Tilly shouted, which was the only reason he eventually let you go, beaming down at you.

"Fine. Tomorrow," he said, his voice a promise as he kissed you softly, desperately, before leading you to the backyard where your dad was prepping the grill for the deer the werewolf brought.

That would send ahiga into dangerous mode fast-

Evil. Evil and sick and twisted especially after I reposted the first part of this saying it was helping me work through trauma. This is like my number one fear 😭 Ahiga does 1000% consider this his pup, his baby, and will protect her just as fiercely as his biological pup. Very bad news for your ex

When you get back to your parents house the morning after your and Ahiga’s first official date, you go straight into the nursery. When you don’t see your daughter in her crib, you don’t immediately panic because you assume that your mother probably got up to do a late night feeding and fell asleep holding her. However, when you walk into your parents’ room, you see your mother fast asleep in the bed with your father, and no sign of your daughter.

“Mom, where’s the baby?” you ask, your voice shaking slightly.

Your mom takes a second to wake up, but when you repeat your question in a more panicked voice, she sits up, looking confused. “What do you mean, Y/N? Your dad saw you come in pretty late and get her. Didn’t you take her to Ahiga’s?

“No Mom! I just got back. I texted you that I was sleeping over at Ahiga’s,” your chest feels tight as you pull out your phone, immediately dialing 9-1-1. As soon as dispatch says that the officers are on the way, you realize that Ahiga could likely catch a scent before it’s lost under all the officers.

You call him and at first he’s excited to hear from you already, especially since you had insisted on him staying over at his place that night, but as soon as you say the baby is missing, he goes on high alert. He gets to the house before the cops do, immediately picking up on a familiar scent.

“That fucking piece of shit,” he snarls as he almost runs past you to get back to the front door.

“Aggy, Ahiga! Wait!” you shout as he takes off down the road, fully shifted, which you haven’t seen in a long time.

He doesn’t slow down, and by the time you get your keys to try to follow him in your car, the police are there. You stay, describing what happened. You went out on a date, and when you came home, your baby was gone. No sign of forced entry, no doors or windows that were left unlocked, unless the front door had been, but since you used your key to come in in the morning, they had no way of knowing now because you didn’t check it.

“And what about the baby’s father? Is he in he picture?” the officer taking down the report asks as his partner searches for any other clues.

“No. He saw her once the other day, but he didn’t even hold her. He doesn’t even know her name or her birthday,” you explain, trying your hardest not to break out in tears.

They are your ex’s contact information and promise to be in touch. You collapse into your mother’s arms, sobbing hard. You never had spent the night away from her, and the first time you did, she was taken. You couldn’t help but feel like it was your fault. If you and Ahiga had stayed there, then there’s no way anyone could have gotten past him.

The police direct you to stay home, just in case it’s a ransom, though you don’t see how it could be. Why would anyone think you could afford one? You try calling Ahiga, but his phone had fallen out of his pocket and was laying on the floor of your room.

A few hours later, Ahiga comes back, still mostly shifted, with your daughter curled up in his arms. She obviously had been crying because her face was still red, and there were obvious tear streaks on her chubby face that Ahiga clearly licked away when he was kissing her, the spit trails also obvious on her face.

“You found her. You found her,” your voice cracks as you scoop her up, holding her to your chest as you babble how sorry you are for leaving her, how much you love her.

You don’t even notice the blood on her favorite blanket, or on Ahiga’s muzzle at first. Your mother wraps her arms around both you and the baby as your father shakes Ahiga’s massive paw. What he says is what makes you look back over at Ahiga.

“Best go clean up somewhere else, son. Somewhere the cops won’t think to check for blood. You understand?” your father says in a low voice, being the first to see the extent of blood on Ahiga.

You finally look over at him, properly taking in his appearance. Blood mats the fur under his muzzle, and the haggard and torn shirt he’s wearing is also basically covered in blood. Your eyes trail down to his jeans, which are spattered in blood. You swallow hard, looking down at your daughter and the blood on her blanket finally registering.

“Let’s have a barbecue to celebrate,” you say quietly, unwrapping her from the bloody blanket.

Ahiga meets your eyes, nodding slightly as he takes off his shirt and jeans, taking the blanket from you. He heads out to the back yard, tossing the clothes into the fire pit before pouring the coals over them. It’s a warm summer night. Who’s going to think anything of a little makeshift campfire barbecue? His claws scrape against the stones outside as he walks to the shed, rinsing off the blood. It’s not a good bath, but decent enough that when he gets into the shower, no one is worried about it.

Your father lights the firepit as your mother rinses the bloody grass off. Soon, it just looks like dirt. When Ahiga comes back out, still mostly shifted and sits beside you, you don’t even have to ask. You know what he did.

“Who was it?” you ask quietly, looking down at your daughter who starts barking excitedly when she sees Ahiga again, reaching out for him with her chubby hands.

His face softens as he extends a clawed finger out for the baby to grasp. “Him,” he mutters, and you know who it is. Your ex.

You nod, swallowing hard as you look back down at the baby. “And he… he won’t be bothering us again?”