"Eros, do these pants make me look fat?" I asked nonchalantly, glancing at the curvaceous figure reflected in the mirror stationed on the wall close to our bathroom. 

Ever since I lost the ability to see my own two feet, Eros made it his job to make me more comfortable by any means possible, including remodeling the room for my own convenience.

Since it was rather difficult for me to see my toes or stretch down to touch them, Eros attached this fancy, full-length mirror to the wall a couple of weeks ago.

I don't know why I even had this strange need to see if my toes were still there. Maybe it's just a psychological matter for me, since I don't even clip my toenails anymore. 

Eros was the one who clips them. In fact, he became my personal nail technician, dietitian—my everything—in the span of four months. 

And I felt kind of bad, but I can't do much with how tired I kept getting nowadays.

If I'm not eating then I'm sleeping all day.

Literally.

Speaking of that, something mortifying happened a couple of days ago. And by mortifying, I mean downright horrifying and unforgivable.

Just last week, I fell asleep while Eros was going down on me.

I swear to God that it was not because he was bad or the lovemaking was boring or anything. 

My brain just shut down on me and the next thing I knew, I was dead asleep. I didn't even wake up until four in the afternoon the next day. 

Just thinking about it made me feel terrible!

Could you imagine how Eros must have felt? 

The last thought made me grimace.

"It's fine, Emira. You were tired," he said, dropping some papers onto the nightstand before he made way over to me.

Eros' dark hair was still wet from his shower. I could see a drop of water slide down from the side of his face toward his prominent jawline before it disappeared beneath his grey shirt.

"I'm so sorry, Eros. If I ever do it again, I give you permission to slap me awake," I apologized with all the sincerity I could muster, feeling rather guilty about what had happened.

"You're tired easily because of the pregnancy. It's normal, Emira," he replied, pulling my unresisting body against his hard chest.

My shoulders immediately dropped, and I felt at ease again as I lay my head against Eros.

"You can always make it up to me later," he mischievously murmured against my ear, running his lips along the rim of the sensitive appendage.

Goosebumps traveled up the expanse of my arms, and I could feel my body heat up like a stainless steel pot on the stove.

"You didn't answer my previous question, Eros." I cleared my throat and immediately changed the subject in case I made a dumb decision and fell into Eros' honey-filled trap that could lead to long hours of "grueling labor."

Eros sighed regretfully and answered, "Those pants make you look fat, but it's a sexy kind of fat."

I breathed out a sigh of relief, not because Eros confirmed that I looked fat in the pants, but because he told me the truth. 

Did you know how many men lie about this?

My own grandpa lied one too many times to appease my grandma in the past.

Although it was nice of my grandpa, I was glad Eros wasn't like that. 

I would rather he be truthful than tell me lies just to make me happy. 

Because, who knew what else he could be lying about? The mistress he kept in another house? Or the child he secretly had with that mistress?

Those were all purely examples.

Don't take any of it seriously.

Because I didn't.

"Thank you for being so honest," I breathed out, turning to look at Eros before appreciatively pressing a wet kiss onto his jawline. Then, I turned my attention back to my reflection. 

From the mirror, I could see that my butt was bulging out just as much as my stomach. 

I didn't even have a butt before I met Eros. 

But now, I had way too much of a butt. 

Why couldn't I ever get a happy medium in anything?

"Your butt is beautiful the way it is, Emira," Eros interjected.

His fingers smoothed my hair behind my back and he took the hairbrush from my hands to untangle the knot I had been working with for almost ten minutes now.

It's always the section in the back of my neck that becomes a giant wad of hair every morning I wake up. 

"Butts aren't all that beautiful, Eros," I grumbled in reply, turning my head away from my reflection in distaste. 

"Yours is," he stated firmly, leaving no room for me to argue with that certainty in his tone of voice.

At his words, I suddenly felt flattered to the point that I didn't even care if I looked fat or not.

Eros had, once again, managed to calm any feelings of unease and depression in me. 

Every time I start to build up with ugly emotions, he extinguishes it right in the nick of time in a way that was rather tactful and flattering.

I've heard people say that the worst comes out in their partner after moving in together but none of that is true for Eros.

In fact, I didn't think there's a single thing I could think of that was even worth complaining about. 

He's a perfect lover and a perfect husband in all ways. 

He never put me down or complained about anything I did.

If a woman could find a man who made all her insecurities become nothing than he's definitely a keeper. 

And Eros happened to be just the one for me.

He knew how to pick me up when I was down. 

He dealt with my stupidity and didn't make fun of me for it. 

And he's so mature and dependable that it made me childish and problematic sometimes.

Ugh. 

And I was supposed to be mature already. 

"Do you think I'm going to pop soon?" I asked, placing one hand on top on my overly large belly while thinking of names for the pups.

As far as I could tell, my belly had to be at least twice the size of a regular pregnant woman's belly. 

I didn't think I'd ever seen anyone as pregnant as me.

Because of my current size, I got all sorts of back pain throughout the day along with swollen feet that never go away. 

If I grew any bigger, I was going to scream. Because, by then, I didn't think I was even going to be able to walk—waddle—anything. 

I was either going to roll like a donut down the flight of stairs or Eros was going to have to push me around in a cart or wheelchair of some sort.

There's no way I could carry any more weight without toppling over. 

"I believe that we have close to a month," he said, ignoring my overly active imagination like he always did.

"A month?" I squeaked out with a gasp of horror. "Isn't that too fast? I think I've only been pregnant for four months."

"Four months and twenty-three days to be exact," Eros corrected.

Although I knew that my pregnancy might be faster than the regular human, I didn't think that it would be this quick. 

Granny Ada said that a she-wolf's pregnancy only lasts around four to five months. I thought that since I was a breeder, my pregnancy might be a little longer than that.

Wait. 

No. 

What was I saying?

I didn't want to be pregnant for that long!

"Well, I want a C-section," I choked out, curling myself against his warm chest and inhaling his comforting scent in an attempt to calm my rapidly beating heart.

How was I not scared about getting my abdomen cut open again to even suggest a C-section? Did I not learn my lesson the first time?

"Your skin is stretched too taut and the pups are too close to the surface. They can cut our pups very easily in such a procedure," Eros explained. "And the pack Healer said that your body was meant for this. She didn't want to mess with the natural order of things unless absolutely necessary. Your pregnancy is not like a normal one."

Eros rubbed my back slowly in a way to calm my rising emotions, but my dreams were seemingly dashed by his words. And I felt like crying all of a sudden. 

"I have to birth all of them vaginally? Don't joke with me, Eros. I will have a heart attack," I cried, nervously chewing on my bottom lip as my imagination started to carry me away again.

Eros' apologetic expression coupled with the grim look in his eyes told me otherwise.

I'm going to birth all of my babies vaginally.

Great.

After everything is done, my vagina is going to become loose like the mouth of a—wait a minute.

I forgot about the fact that my womb is rather magical. I think that it can regenerate my lady bits too, right?

I mean, my womb and my skin had healed rather miraculously since the last traumatic experience so I am assuming that everything else will.

"I can't even imagine how terrible it is going to be trying to birth more than two babies through natural means," I muttered, wilting against his body like a flower in one-hundred-degree heat. "How am I going to birth a whole litter of pups?"

"We'll get through it together, Emira. Everything is going to be fine." Eros reassured, kissing my temple as I tried to shut off all of the thoughts that currently bombarded my mind. 

I didn't say anything after that and let Eros finish untangling all of my hair.

Once he was done, we both walked over to the pack Healer's office since I had an appointment with her this morning for my usual checkup.

"Emi, I was waiting for you," our pack Healer, Trinh, greeted with a wide smile on her pretty face as we entered the room. 

Her shoulder length black hair was straightened this morning, her skin was still glowing beautifully as ever, and there was a bit of shimmery nude eyeshadow on her eyelids that made her brown eyes pop out even more.

I think this has been the fourth time that I have seen her and I have to say that she is an amazing doctor. 

Trinh was a very kind and compassionate person with great skills in care and healing. 

She always made me feel very comfortable and was always very attentive and informative. At the moment, she wasn't just my doctor, she was also my gynecologist. 

From the last four times I visited her, I learned that she was half African American and half Vietnamese. 

She had two pups who are already mated. And her mate was Sebastian, one of Eros' Gammas. 

She's been a member of this pack back when Eros' parents were still leading.

"Hi," I greeted back when she led us into a different examination room she had in the pack house. 

Eros helped my waddling self into the room, onto the examination bed and took a seat on one of the waiting chairs since he didn't want to block Trinh's way or overcrowd her.

"How are you doing today? Any heartburn or indigestion?" she asked routinely.

"I'm doing quite well. No heartburn or indigestion yet, but I've been sleeping a lot," I replied. 

I've heard of other pregnant woman getting really bad heartburn, but I'm pretty lucky since I haven't had any of that. The only problem I have is that I'm always sleepy nowadays. 

Especially during times that I'm not supposed to be.

If you know what I mean.

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