Chapter 2: Unintelligible actions

Bernie's POV

The noise at night was too loud, and I didn't sleep well, afraid that Dylan would be uncomfortable inside. Three months pregnant, Dylan started having morning sickness. He's more upset than anyone because he's a man, being able to get pregnant is a miracle. Of course, the reason is me.

I am Alpha, a werewolf living in human form. At first, I naively assumed that if my partner was a man, he couldn't get pregnant. But then I was wrong, Dylan's pregnancy was really unexpected. I wanted Dylan to have an abortion, but Dylan refused.

“This is the crystallization of my love and yours!”

Those words of Dylan bought me, so right now, Dylan is extremely tired of this child.

I turned on the night light, and wiped the sweat from Dylan's forehead: "Where are you uncomfortable?"

Dylan gritted his teeth, and he put his hand on my shoulder, half leaning against the bed.

“Bernie, I have a cramp, help me!” I saw the corners of his eyes turn red, clearly in pain. My heart felt like it was being squeezed by someone, I sat up, helping Dylan massage his shins. After about fifteen minutes, Dylan calmed down again, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Is it a little better?” I put Dylan's legs on my lap, out of habit, and started massaging him.

Dylan narrows his eyes in enjoyment, and I bend over, lift his foot, and place a kiss on it. Dylan's face immediately turned red, and he tried to push me away: "Bernie, what are you doing?"

I burst out laughing, no matter how many times, Dylan was exactly the same as when we first fell in love, shy and adorable. I suddenly heard his stomach growl.

"Dylan, let me make you some pasta." I looked for slippers, then stood up.

Because of her pregnancy, Dylan's appetite was also changing constantly. Especially recently, Dylan almost couldn't eat anything, always felt nauseous. He pulled my shirt back, then looked up at me: "I want to eat some sour food."

Reluctantly, I stroked Dylan's hand: "Can we eat tomorrow?"

I walked over to his bed, then knelt down on one knee: "It's too late tonight, eating sour food is not good for the stomach."

When Dylan heard that, he frowned and expressed his displeasure. I knew he was currently extremely dissatisfied, even trying to flirt with me. But I couldn't pamper him too much,. It won't be good for my body. I firmly looked into Dylan's eyes and stayed like that for more than a minute, and Dylan pouted in resignation.

“Dylan, would you like another glass of milk?” I fondly stroked Dylan's head, receiving his soft "huh" in return.

I walked to the kitchen with satisfaction, the ingredients were prepared during the day just in case something was like today. I am familiar with opening the refrigerator, then boiling the noodles. The water in the pot was boiling hot, I put my hand on the pot to feel the warmth, and suddenly an arm wrapped around me from behind. I didn't have to turn around to know it was Dylan.

"Why don't you stay in bed and rest?" I tilted my head slightly, kissing the tip of his nose.

Dylan wearily rubbed against my thick and wide back, then he whispered, "Without you by my side, I would feel insecure."

Saying this, Dylan breathed a sigh of relief. Dylan greedily took a deep breath, his breath making my whole body heat. I narrowed my eyes, dangerously holding Dylan's hand: "Dylan, don't be naughty!"

Dylan unhappily bit my shoulder, I let him play while I took the cooked noodles to a plate. Since it was supper, I didn't cook too much, even half of Dylan's dinner. I put the plate of noodles that have been sprinkled with minced beef sauce on the table.

“If you're already down here, sit down and eat! After eating, we go to bed early!"

It's already one o'clock in the morning, and even if I'm inhuman, I'm still tired. It's just that this bit of fatigue can't compare to Dylan's toil. I propped my chin as I watched Dylan finish his plate of noodles, then throw the plate back into the sink.

"Go to sleep! Tomorrow the maid will come to clean up." Dylan pulled my hand not to let me wash the dishes: "Luckily, you cook less, I'm not too full, I can sleep now."

Dylan has always been like that, especially after the pregnancy became even more sticky for me. Of course, I really enjoyed this feeling. But I also know why Dylan is so attached to me. I am a werewolf. When I mark my mate, I will leave my mark on my mate so that he can infect my taste.

Especially after Alpha's partner becomes pregnant, more and more Alpha flavors are needed. I don't see it as annoying. I wish Dylan would stick with me a bit more so that he wouldn't have the mind to think about other people!

My possessiveness with Dylan was at its peak, but I knew Dylan also accepted this extreme of my personality. I happily pulled Dylan down, and after he found a comfortable position, I wrapped my arms around him tightly.

But not long after sleeping, I felt the person next to me start to stir, constantly wanting to get out of my embrace. I furrowed my brows, really tired but even more worried if Dylan got into trouble. I tried to open my eyes, hoarsely saying.

“Don't move, Dylan! I was so tired last night that it was past midnight. It's still early, you should sleep a little longer!"

If it is normal, Dylan will definitely turn around and then hug me. But this time, I was kicked onto the bed by him, defenseless. Shocked and angry, this kick from Dylan reminds me of our first time together.

“Bernie, why are you lying on my bed?”

Hearing these words' Dylan, my mind wandered. It's been a long time since I heard this strange voice, Dylan. In addition to the lack of sleep that kept my mind from being alert, I yelled, “Fuck! Dylan, what the hell are you doing?"

When I finished, I regretted it. I still know that pregnant people will have mood swings at times. Maybe he remembered something unhappy, so he kicked me once to vent his anger. I take a deep breath, then turn on the night light, but the anger just hasn't fully receded from my eyes. I faced Dylan's unusual face.

“Why, why am I here? Bernie, what did you end up doing to me?"

I frowned and then straightened up, leaning close to Dylan's face: "Dylan, what are you mad about again?"

Unexpectedly, my closeness startled Dylan. I stared blankly at him as he jerked backward, almost falling over. Fortunately, in a moment, I reacted quickly, quickly hugging Dylan's waist. Outwardly I tried to appear calm, but my hands were sweaty. Even my head was a mess. I almost fell my Dylan.

Dylan must have heard my pounding heart. How worried I was only he knew. I really wanted to give Dylan a warning smack on the ass, but then I remembered Dylan's bewilderment. I could only swallow the anger in my stomach, and then said while angry and reluctantly said.

“Dylan, stop messing around! I didn't take care of you before, but now you're pregnant. You can't continue to be naughty like before!"

I felt the body in my chest convulse a little, I gained the strength to hug Dylan. The tension in my mind was gradually released, the familiar warmth was close by, and my heart returned to peace. I stroked Dylan's spine out of habit, letting him calm down.

Drowsiness gradually took over my mind, and once again, I pulled Dylan down.

“Dylan, can you sleep a little longer? Otherwise, your body won't be able to handle it!" Before I completely fell asleep, I heard myself vaguely say that.

But very quickly, I awakened again. The location next to me was not warm. My heart panicked, and I looked around. The night light hadn't turned off yet, and my eyes fell on the picture on the nightstand. The photo has been moved, Dylan's slippers are gone, and the closet door is open. In an instant, I hurriedly grabbed a coat and ran out of the house.

Dylan's back appeared. He was standing next to a taxi, I went crazy trying to grab him back, but it was too slow. Dylan was one step faster than me. He quickly got into the car. I ran to hold the door of the taxi. We struggled for a while, and even the taxi driver got angry.

Suddenly, Dylan angrily glared at me, then shouted, Bernie, quickly let go of your hand!"

I was very surprised. From the day we became lovers, Dylan was always soft to me, almost always being nice to me. Sometimes, Dylan will also blame me, and be angry, but as long as I coax him a few sentences, Dylan will definitely hug me and say that he forgives me.

In that moment of shock, the taxi door slammed shut. I was surprised to see the shadow of the car begging in front of me. I couldn't help but run after it. But after a while, I felt that my action was too stupid, so I gritted my teeth and went back home.

With low pressure all over my body, I sat down on the sofa angrily. Today, Dylan is so weird! No, I have to say that after Dylan woke up again, he was so out of the ordinary. It was like becoming a different person!

Suddenly, a thought popped into my head. Now, Dylan looked like when we first met after college years, cold and distant!

This thought made me feel depressed, even panicked. I don't know why after Dylan was so cold and aloof, I really wanted to get him back, and then I would ask Dylan. Ask, why did Dylan treat me like that?

Possession, frenzy, and panic kept me from questioning myself. In my head, there is always the image of Dylan looking away from me. Then without saying a word, he just turned his back to leave! I won't be able to stand it, but get mad, then do actions to force him to let him stay by my side.

But those actions would hurt Dylan's, little heart. And I don't want Dylan to get hurt!