#ahiga asks

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.

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.”

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?”

At Wyonia’s first birthday party, Ahiga was a mess. He was fully shifted, and literally whining occasionally when someone mentioned how big she was getting. His baby is growing up! No she’s supposed to stay his little, chubby ball of love forever. Only four more years until she goes to school, and then only 17 more until she graduates and-

You cut off his spiraling thoughts with a smile and a kiss. He whines slightly, his ears pressed tightly against his head. “It feels like it’s going so fast,” he mumbles.

“I know,” you sigh, leaning your head against his furry arm.

After the birthday party, your mom comes to take the baby out for a little while. Ahiga is exhausted, emotionally and physically. He has been so emotional, so anxious, so on edge the entire party, that the second he sinks into the bed, he literally can’t maintain his wolf form anymore. It’s taking too much out of him. You walk out of the shower, frowning when you see the strange human man laying on your bed. It takes you a second to realize it’s your werewolf.

“Aggy?” you call out, surprised.

He pushes himself up to look at you. He looks pitifully at you, almost embarrassed by you seeing him like this. “C’mere.”

He spreads his arms wide, gesturing for you to come cuddle him. While you were showering, he had at least washed his face and trimmed his facial hair after he realized he had shifted, and tied his hair up into a messy bun on the back of his head.

You can’t help but grin and eagerly walk over to the bed, crawling on top of him and cuddling up against his chest. You run your fingers across his smooth skin, biting your lower lip as you trace small patterns. You had never seen him fully in his human form. Even as teenagers, like most werewolves going through puberty, he hadn’t been able to maintain a fully human form. He leans back against the bed, pressing kisses to the top of your head and forehead. He’s so handsome. Of course he was but, damn. You glance back up at his face before giggling and burying your face in his neck.

You can’t help yourself, starting to slowly roll your hips, drawing your bare cunt against the bulge in his pants. He lets out a low groan, bucking his hips up against yours, but when you go to pull down his shorts, he grabs your wrist.

“D-don’t. It’s… a lot smaller in this form,” he gruffs out, and you realize why he’s so embarrassed.

“I don’t care,” you insist, going to pull them down again, but instead he rolls over, pinning you to the bed. “Fuck baby, you’re so hot. I wanna make you feel good. Let me show you how much I love you,” you almost plead, running your hands down his bare chest and stomach.

“I said don’t,” he growls, though it lacks the usual depth because he’s in his human form.

Before you can respond, he pulls back, instead burying his face between your legs, licking and sucking at your cunt. His human tongue isn’t as long and fat as his wolf tongue, but Goddess, it’s still just as skilled. His human lips curling around your clit makes you mewl and buck up against them. His werewolf muzzle can’t get that type of tight lock.

We know he's an amazing dad, I just want to see that man's possessiveness go up to 11 when he's the bio dad.

I need y’all to understand he will 1000% not treat your baby (guess she needs a name now?? Uh, let’s go with Wyonia) different than his bio pup. Besides you and your parents (and hospital staff), he was the first one to hold her. He upturned his entire life to set up her nursery in your parents house and basically live there. He learned to bottle feed, change diapers, swaddle, etc because that’s HIS baby and he wanted to take care of her. Also he’s already thinking about adopting her and bringing up turning her when she’s 13 so she can fully join the Pack.

He has and would again kill for her. That is HIS pup and as much as he loves you, he might actually love her more because that’s his baby. He would do literally anything for her and there’s nothing she can do to make him stop loving her. She could literally become a Monster Hunter and shoot him with a silver bullet and as he died he’d be like “Papa loves you 🥺”

Now, when you’re pregnant he’s fucking feral. Oh, you thought he was possessive before?? Lol. He is constantly scenting you, licking and nipping your neck and Goddess yes, you’re lactating again (it’s been about three years since you had Wyonia at this point) and he just will not leave you alone.

And this time, you have a good pregnancy, with a good partner who adores you. However now he’s back to not wanting Wyonia out of his sight either because he’s afraid he’ll be too distracted by the baby when it’s born and what if something happens to her?? His number one worst fear is that he will favor his bio child (he does not. People are shocked that Wyonia isn’t his by blood and he is THE Girl Dad at ballet and karate practice). He suggests his mom and your mom taking turns staying over in the weeks leading up to the birth so that way nothing will happen to Wyonia and he can focus on you at the hospital without having to worry.

I love this man so much please more

On a side note, when did you name him Ahiga? I remember binging though the Best Friend Werewolf series a while ago but don't remember him getting that name.

Best of luck with writing and keep up the good work!

In the second Part of the Alt Series here is when he got his name. The original series has Liwanu as his name since they are wildly different characters. Lol

After being reunited with your baby, Ahiga is desperate for you to move in with him now. He can protect you both so well! He will make sure that no one ever hurts either of you ever again! Of course you know that with your ex “out of the way”, there really isn’t anyone with the motive to take your daughter (right?), but you are still a little paranoid, but you can’t help but want to stay closer to your parents now more than ever.

However, even your parents reluctantly agree that it might be safer for you to move in with Ahiga. There’s no way that any human would risk messing with him, especially not when he lives so close to a Pack House (aka, his family home where almost everyone else in his family lives). Plus, being that close to a Pack House would mean even more wolves to catch someone if anything did happen. With Ahiga claiming your baby as his pup, his whole family considers her as such and is very protective of her as well. After all, she’s the first grand baby to his parents, and the first niece or nephew to all his siblings (your best friend/his sister loves this by the way).

You end up moving in with him a few months later and Ahiga is ecstatic. He set up another nursery at his house the day you agreed to move in so that way there was still one at your parents’, just in case. When you came over and saw how “human baby friendly” he tried to make it, you couldn’t help but smile. He baby proofed the entire house (even the toilet). Obviously he watched a lot of videos online to figure out what the hell to do.

Is this a thinly veiled manifesting of you getting better through your character taking care of someone? Yes, yes it absolutely is.

This is from the last time (maybe the time before) I begged for stuff about my love. I’m working through my asks I swear. Anyway, dumping my own trauma onto Ahiga x Reader is the entire plot of his stories so have fun with angst and no smut 🥰

While pregnant, you’re sick just… basically all the time. It’s draining and exhausting.

The thing is, you’re not throwing up. You don’t have a fever. It’s just this feeling of sickness that settles in your bones. Ahiga feels absolutely terrible anytime he has to leave you to go to work. Hell, he starts assigning Yiska to check on you anytime he can’t be with you.

You appericate it, but you know that makes the younger werewolf anxious. Not only is he having to watch over his older cousin’s pregnant mate, but he’s not getting the “hands on” experience he desperately wants. He has his own mate, after all, and he wants to make sure he can keep them safe and provide for them.

It makes you feel guilty, which in turn, own makes you feel more sick.

One night, Ahiga drags himself home, ruffling Yiska’s hair and mumbling out, “go home, Kid. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Yiska nods, gently setting Wyonia on the couch (since she fell asleep in his lap waiting for Ahiga to get home) and waving to you. You give him a small smile and wave.

Once he leaves, Ahiga gently settles between your legs, kneeling on the floor. “Why are you about to cry?” he coos, brushing a loose lock of hair from your hair.

Tears spring to your eyes, then you let them out with a shuddering sob. “It just feels like too much.”

“What does?” he asks, his ears pressing back against his head. His large hands, claws extended come to cradle your still flat stomach. “Is it the pup? Are you… are you not happy?”

A defeated laugh claws up your throat. “Yes, no. I mean,” you take a deep breath, squeezing your eyes shut. “I don’t know how I’m going to raise another baby, and all I can think of is, is what if you leave me? I can’t do this alone. What if it’s some karmic joke that I left him,” your voice cracks as you refer to your ex, Wyonia’s biological father, “and you leave me?”

“Open your eyes,” he whispers, his voice pained.

You hate you did that to him.

Cracking your eyes open, you see how shattered he looks, his hand still cradling your stomach. “Do you really think I’d leave you? Leave Wyonia? Leave my pup?” his voice almost breaks. Bends. Folds. So, so fucking close to breaking.

His dark eyes slide to Wyonia, sleeping peacefully in her sleep before back up to you. “I love the two of you more than anything in this world, and after this pup is born, I’ll love the three of you more than anything. You’re all mine. My family. My heart.”

Hot tears trickle down your face as you stare at him. Fuck. He’s so perfect. It makes you feel cruel that there’s a part of you, an irrational part you try to keep hidden away, that doubts him.

“I know,” you whisper, burying your face in his fur.

He smells like iron and rust. He must have tried to shower before coming home, but not gotten all the blood out of his fur.

“Let me put Wyonia to bed, then I’ll get some lotion and rub your back since you can’t take a bath,” he says gently, moving his hand not on your stomach to rub up and down your back.

You nod, hiccuping and whimpering with the fear, the anxiety, over the idea of losing him. Of being alone. Of having to do this on your own. You never had to. You were with your parents, then immediately moved in with him. How would you even do this alone? Could you? What if-

“Stop over thinking,” he gruffs in your ear, nosing your face. His nose is so cold. “You’re tensing. I’ll be right back.”

You nod, slowly letting go of him to lean back against the couch. Finally, the massive werewolf gets to his feet, scooping up your daughter. Patting her back when she starts squirming, he glances at you, giving that soft, toothy smile before carrying her to bed. The promise of him coming back, of being there always, light in the air.