06-15-2017, 04:23 AM
"You'll be okay, so will our pups." I tried massaging his cramping belly. Quinn said we could lose a pup or even more pups!! Nonono, this is not happening, "Come on, baby, please try to relax and be calm, please try for our pups, don't cry." It was finally over after Quinn gave him the suppressants.
I was so thankful for Quinn, with the passing of time she had become my bestfriend. I couldn't imagine what I'd do if I lost one of the pups or worse, my mate. I thanked her again after she explained to me about T's condition and when I should give him what medicine. I walked back to our room, he was fast asleep looking so small. I lifted up the bed cover and spooned him from behind, rubbing my hand on his belly trying to sleep but sleep didn't come easily that night.
Over the past few days, things were a little awkward and strained between us. He would flinch everytime I touched him, he wouldn't even look me straight in the eyes. Adding to that, he got a pretty severe case of moodswings from the pregnancy hormones, most of the times he was in a bad mood. I wanted to talk about this but I was scared this would stress him out and trigger another almost-miscarriage. The only time I could talk to my croissants (I was sure they had grown a little bit more) was when he's sleeping. "Don't ever scare Papi like that again, please. You five must not come out until Papi says so."
Finally I had had enough of his silent treatment, one evening after closing my bakery I went to our bedroom and found him sitting on our bed sewing, "We need to talk. Why have you been avoiding me? Are you still scared of me? If so, what can I do to make all this better? We can't keep doing this, our babies will be here in 4 months." I shot him with the questions I'd been dying to ask.
I was so thankful for Quinn, with the passing of time she had become my bestfriend. I couldn't imagine what I'd do if I lost one of the pups or worse, my mate. I thanked her again after she explained to me about T's condition and when I should give him what medicine. I walked back to our room, he was fast asleep looking so small. I lifted up the bed cover and spooned him from behind, rubbing my hand on his belly trying to sleep but sleep didn't come easily that night.
Over the past few days, things were a little awkward and strained between us. He would flinch everytime I touched him, he wouldn't even look me straight in the eyes. Adding to that, he got a pretty severe case of moodswings from the pregnancy hormones, most of the times he was in a bad mood. I wanted to talk about this but I was scared this would stress him out and trigger another almost-miscarriage. The only time I could talk to my croissants (I was sure they had grown a little bit more) was when he's sleeping. "Don't ever scare Papi like that again, please. You five must not come out until Papi says so."
Finally I had had enough of his silent treatment, one evening after closing my bakery I went to our bedroom and found him sitting on our bed sewing, "We need to talk. Why have you been avoiding me? Are you still scared of me? If so, what can I do to make all this better? We can't keep doing this, our babies will be here in 4 months." I shot him with the questions I'd been dying to ask.