The Alpha's Breeder 103 Pillar Of Suppor

It could be late at night and he would still put his clothes on and go get me ice-cream.

If the packhouse didn't have it, he would go to town and buy it for me.

Anything I wanted, he granted.

Just like what he promised.

Because I knew that Eros wouldn't deny me of anything, I couldn't help but become greedy for his attention and his love.

I think he's become my only pillar of support, and the sole person who I can't live without.

I've also failed to mention this, but Eros is fairly 'rich'.

He started a construction company with a lot of the pack members some time ago.

With their fast pace, the jobs were done extremely quick and his companies have expanded across the states with both werewolf and human workers.

He had been racking up the 'dough' these last few decades.

So that means we are set for life.

Without worry for money, I guess that means I will be a stay-at-home mom soon.

I still have mixed feelings about this.

A part of me, that is slightly feminist, wants to find a job and be independent, while the logical part of me realizes how stupid that is.

I am given several scenarios of what would happen if I decide to do something stupid like that.

The sequence goes like this: get a job, get found out by the government, get captured, die.

Okay.

That's fairly morose, but it's true.

Climbing off of the recliner, I noted how my stomach protrudes to the front even more now.

It's been a little over a month and I am already starting to show.

A lot.

It's kind of overwhelming at the speed of this pregnancy.

At the rate things are going, I might even give birth by the fourth or fifth month.

I pray that that would not be the case because I'm not prepared for anything at this point.

"Is anyone ever ready for this kind of thing?" I voiced, pursing my lips in thought.

"Of course not. We can learn and prepare, but I don't think anyone's ever really ready." Eros reached his hand out to me, a warm smile curling on his lips that I couldn't help but reciprocate.

Clumsily, I clambered onto his lap, trying to avoid my baby b.u.mp as best I could.

After finding a comfortable position, I set my temple against his collarbone and took a deep breath.

Eros' warm familiar scent wrapped around me like a fleece blanket until I felt secured and at ease again.

"But I don't know how to be a good mother," I admitted worriedly.

My own mother was no role model.

I resented her for most of my childhood, hoping that she would change, but that wish never came true.

No matter how much I begged for her love, she still chose to abandon me over her drugs.

She was one of the reasons that made me so uneasy about handing my heart to anyone.

Although I am at peace with that part of my past and no longer hate her, I only prayed that I would be nothing like her in terms of raising a child.

It still haunts me at the idea of walking the same road she has.

"No one is born with the knowledge, Emira," he a.s.sured, pressing a soft kiss against the center of my brows. "We can learn together as we go."

I sighed dejectedly before saying, "But what if I'm terrible at it?"

"You won't. I think you will be a great mother. Your past experience will only help you to become even better," he said. "How do you know that you'll fail if you don't try?"

I have so many doubts about this, but what Eros said is true.

If I don't try, how would I know?

Unlike my own mother, I was willing to try and that should count for something.

"Regardless of what happens, I will always be here to support you."

His encouraging words were enough to make me feel completely different about the matter and I can't help but feel thankful.

Eros' arms tightened around my waist, and I curled deeper into his embrace, finding myself grinning widely at the thought of being 'stuck' with Eros forever.

I can't help but antic.i.p.ate the rest of our lives.