It had finally happened. After months and months of trying, you finally became pregnant with pups. Two pups, to be exact, and John had been the lucky alpha to put them there. It was heavenly, the way your scent changed and how the hormones made you act all lovey and clingy.

The only thing that was bringing the mood down was Gaz, your other mate. Gaz was jealous and hated that the pups were John's and not his. In the beginning, Gaz had become overly protective of you and even challenged John when he came too close to you. After learning of the genetics, Gaz didn't feel it was his place to be as protective as John was. It killed him, and he couldn't help but glare anytime that the other alpha was near you. It stressed Gaz out and made him feel like a terrible mate.

You and John were laying on the couch, Gaz across the coffee table on his laptop as he sorted out some documents. Even so, you could feel the glare from Gaz. Just that morning he had screamed at you about how it was your fault that the pups were John's and not his. Gaz hadn't meant to blame you; he knew it wasn't your fault and he felt horrible.

"Luv, you're stressing yourself out." John commented as he smelled your scent become anxious and stressed, "Do you need tea? Maybe a nice bath?"