LOGINI'm sorry I haven't updated in a few days. I have been so sick that I couldn't write or edit. On top of that, the original version of this chapter was so bad that I had to rewrite almost the entire chapter. I need to look this over again when I'm feeling 100%. I hope you enjoyed it!
Tristan's POVIt's been so nice having his parents here. It turns out I was nervous for nothing, and his parents liked me just as Walker promised. His father is quiet and intimidating, with eyes that seem to see right through you, but he liked me. His mother was the complete opposite: outgoing, talkative, and always had a smile on her face. She seemed to adore me, so much so that she spent more time with me than she did with Walker. I became a blubbering mess the morning she asked me to call her Mother or Mom instead of Josephine or Josie. She cupped my face and told me I was her son now, and that I had been the moment Walker found me. But what really did me in was when we were sitting down at dinner, and I called his father by his name like I had been doing since the moment he arrived, and Winston corrected me. “Father!” Winston had said without lifting his face from his plate as he continued eating. I tilted my head at him, unsure of what he meant. He looked up when he sensed I
Tristan's POV His parents walk into the living room, and I can immediately see where Walker gets his good looks from. His mother is beautiful, with dark tan skin like Walker. She has shoulder-length wavy hair that is such a light blonde it looks white, and I'm honestly not sure if it's from age or naturally like that.His father is handsome; he looks like an older version of Walker. The similarities are remarkable. They both have the same features: that sharp jawline that almost comes to a point at their chin. Their facial hair is identical, though his father's has turned white. His hair is a bit longer than Walker's and may once have had the same loose curl, but now it's mostly straight.Even their narrow eyes are the same shape, though his father has pale blue eyes, and Walker has warm brown eyes, just like his mother. His mother gasps when her eyes land on me, and her face lights up. A smile spreads across her face so wide that even her eyes seem to smile. She's a beautiful, elega
Tristan's POV I'm in my final trimester, and there are only three weeks left of this pregnancy. I feel like a whale, and when I walk, I waddle like a damn penguin. My lower back aches, my feet have become swollen, and they barely fit into anything but my slippers.As my belly grew, I outgrew all my clothes. I bought a few maternity outfits, but even those no longer fit. My belly is so large it looks like I'm carrying three of these suckers in there. Sometimes when I catch my reflection in the mirror, I gasp because it looks like someone stuck a basketball under my shirt and decided to call it a day.Surprisingly, and thank goodness, I only seem to be carrying weight in my stomach, though as I'm nearing the end of my pregnancy, my ankles have been quite swollen too. Walker massages them every night, his thumbs pressing into the tender flesh while I pretend it doesn't hurt as much as it does.I feel fat and unattractive, but somehow, Walker finds me even more attractive. Even with a sid
Tristan's POV Walker wastes no time choosing a date, planning the events, and making me his in every way possible.I convinced him to combine the Luna ceremony and our wedding, and it was the most beautiful and memorable day of my life. Flowers of all different colors were everywhere I looked. The air seemed to sparkle with their combined fragrance and Walker's scent that clung to my skin.Walker's tuxedo was a timeless classic black tux, with a white button-down dress shirt and a black tie. When I first saw him standing at the altar, my breath caught. The suit fit his body like it was made for him. It wasn't too tight or too loose; it fit his shoulders perfectly, hugging all the right areas and relaxed just right on others. The way the sunlight caught the natural caramel highlights in his hair, and the way he stood so tall, so handsome, so perfect and magical, just the way he is, had my heart going crazy and filled me with pride, because that Alpha was all mine. Mine to love. Mine t
Tristan's POVThe ham-and-cheese calzone Sara made was absolutely delicious! The flaky crust brushed with garlic butter had my mouth watering. I ate the first one with ease, licking my fingers clean. Unfortunately, I don't even manage to eat half of the second one, and I frown, disappointed that I can't finish eating the cheesy, juicy, salty, buttery masterpiece Sara made. “You're done?” Walker asks, his fork hovering over my plate as I push it away. The poor man's eyes can barely look away from my half-eaten calzone. And when he looks at me, casting those sheepish eyes my way, I want to hug him and give him everything he wants.“It's all yours,” I smile as I push my plate toward my Alpha. A triumphant grin spreads across his face as he snatches what is left of my calzone and devours it in three large bites, as if he hadn't already polished off three of them My attention drifts back to Jason, who's sitting beside me. Getting Jason a seat beside me was quite the task when it came to
Tristan's POV The steady rhythm of Walker's heartbeat and his warmth had become my entire world, pulling me deeper into my slumber. I float in a peaceful, dreamy space, cocooned in the warmth of his arms, his scent enveloping me, filling my nose with every breath I take. It's heaven.Everything is perfect. Until it isn't. A sharp knock echoes through Walker's office. The disruption pulls me from my slumber, but I burrow deeper against my Alpha, hoping whoever wants to disrupt my sleep will go away.“Come in,” Walker's voice rumbles through his chest, the vibration traveling through my body. His tone is all business, the opposite of the gentle circles his thumb traces on my back. I yawn from the comfort of Walker's neck as the rude people enter the room. I cuddle closer to my Alpha's chest, snuggling into his warmth as I nuzzle his neck and try to go back to sleep. But then I hear the door open, followed by footsteps entering the room. Walker shifts beneath me, adjusting his positi







