Freya's POV
"Kingsley, how are you doing?"
I was the one who got pregnant; however, it was Kingsley who experienced pregnancy sickness. After my pregnancy, we were frequently separated and reunited for various reasons. Who would have thought that, after everything was resolved, Kingsley would be vomiting the very next day? On the contrary, I had no issues at all; I was eating and feeling great.
Kingsley emerged from the bathroom, holding onto the wall. He regurgitated everything he had eaten the previous night. His face appeared a bit pale, and his demeanor seemed a bit diminished.
I handed him a glass of warm boiled water, and he rinsed his mouth before returning to the bedroom.
"I'm fine; you shouldn't be standing around all the time."
Kingsley never expected to be blessed with a child of his own by the moon god.
I anticipated the arrival of our child, rubbing my stomach.
"Anyway, I'm excited about our child entering the world. I want to show them this wonderful world and express how much we love them."
I radiated a maternal glow, and Kingsley seemed less anxious and upset.
"I know. I'm just scared and worried about you. Labor is a dangerous thing, and I'm grateful that it is me who needs to handle all these challenging pregnancy reflexes. Still, I can never replace you during labor."
In just a few weeks, Kingsley had lost ten pounds.
"Kingsley, don't be like this."
Feeling Kingsley's concern, I hugged his body. His back was still broad, and his arms remained strong. His embrace continued to provide a sense of safety. I nestled into his arms, warmth enveloping me, listening to his heartbeat and feeling the special bond that would only strengthen with the baby's arrival.
"Kingsley, I know you're worried, but both the baby and I will be safe. Can you just relax a little?"
Kingsley's heart raced as he touched my face, a bit uncertain. "I'll try, okay."
That brought a smile to my face, and I gave Kingsley a big kiss. "Kingsley, you're so sweet."
Kingsley's eyes twinkled differently as I kissed him. For a split second, I caught the desire in his eyes, and I lowered my head, blushing. "Kingsley, you rascal."
Kingsley lowered his head and kissed me, his voice husky with a slight gasp of suppressed lust. The hot breath sprayed my face, raising my temperature again.
"Freya, you're really cute when you lose your temper. It makes me want to devour you in one bite." Kingsley's voice, like magic, dipped into my brain.
After saying that, Kingsley didn't wait for me to react. He carefully got up and put me on the bed, but the next second...
He frowned and ran to the bathroom to dry-heave again.
I sighed, not knowing what to do.
Autumn winds were gloomy, and the leaves were falling.
Before I knew it, November was here, and my stomach had grown quite a bit.
Kingsley was no longer comfortable letting me take a shower alone, always afraid of unseen dangers in the bathroom. "Freya, let me help you."
"No way!" I refused. The bathroom was brightly lit, but I still couldn't undress in front of Kingsley, unless there was a specific situation.
So...
I forcefully pushed Kingsley out of the bathroom. "Kingsley, go ahead and leave; I'll be very careful."
Kingsley, fearing he might hurt me, was pushed out with little force. The bathroom door closed.
Kingsley sulked and waited outside the door. "Freya, talk to me."
Helpless, I faced my clingy Kingsley.
Where was the Alpha who ran the whole pack and company?
"I'm taking off my clothes, Kingsley, don't bother me."
Kingsley sniffed and immediately shut up, not daring to distract me. I listened for the lack of movement outside before beaming and taking off my top.
I felt like every part of my body had changed since I got pregnant. Without realizing it, I looked in the mirror.
My breasts had grown considerably again and appeared more prominent. Due to the increased size of my belly, my waist had also become thicker.
"Baby, Mommy is going to take a shower now; be good." I patted my belly and spoke gently to my baby.
As I took a step, a sudden strange sensation swept over me, causing a momentary change in my expression. However, the feeling passed quickly, and I brushed it off, continuing to comb my long hair.
While combing, the feeling intensified, and it seemed like there was actual movement in my belly. A jolt of electricity surged through my body, and I thought I heard a faint wolf howl.
"Ah..." I shrieked, and my hairbrush fell to the floor.
Kingsley, who had been anxiously waiting outside the bathroom, rushed in like a gust of wind upon hearing my scream.
"Freya, what's wrong? Did you step on something? Or did you see something?" Kingsley asked, his concern evident.
Still in my underwear, I was a bit dazed and confused, unsure how to respond.
"What's the matter? Is something wrong somewhere?" Kingsley's rapid-fire questions finally snapped me back to reality.
"Did you hurt yourself undressing?"
"Or is it a foot cramp?"
Kingsley's flurry of questions brought me to my senses.
"I... I..." Overwhelmed with excitement, my tears flowed faster than my words.
Alarmed, Kingsley was about to call for help, but I grabbed his hand, placing it on my belly. Suddenly, a small foot kicked against Kingsley's hand.
"The baby... Our baby just moved! Did you feel it?" I cried out in surprise and joy.
The broken sentence left Kingsley completely dumbfounded. When the kick landed on his hand, he fell to his knees, his legs weak.
"Our baby is... moving?" Kingsley turned into a complete fool, utterly amazed.