Dealing With Him

XIX

I pushed Dylan away as he tried to get close to me again. He rolled his eyes and grabbed me, pulling me into his chest and resting his head on mine.

It had been a month since I told Dylan I was pregnant. When we went to one of our appointments, we found out that I was five weeks pregnant. That meant that I had eight months until I would be going through hours -- years -- of never-ending pain.

Dylan had been acting like I was glass that he needed to keep intact. It was cute at sometimes, but there were other times where it made me want to rip his vocal cords out of his throat.

"Dylan, I'm fine," I muttered.

"No, you're not," he responded and made me straddle his lap. "You're in need of something."

I rolled my eyes. "Honestly, Dylan, I don't want you to take your time off because of your pregnant mate. I'm fine."

Dylan huffed. "I don't want to leave," he grumbled and kissed me briefly. "You're my pregnant princess, and-and what if you have an extremely early pregnancy and--"

I burst into laughter and rolled off of Dylan, my face hidden in a cushion as I died of laughing disorder.

"Ex--treme--ly--earl--y--preg--nanc--y!" I snorted between laughs.

Dylan frowned and looked away. I knew he was blushing and he must have been blushing crazily. I always found it adorable when the "big, bad" alpha Dylan blushed in front of me.

After controlling my laughs, I sat up and wrapped my arms around his giant body and giggled into the crook of his neck.

"I didn't mean to laugh," I mumbled with a chuckle.

"Yeah, you did," Dylan said grumpily, not bothering to turn his head.

I giggled again and kissed his neck, making him gulp.

"It's not my fault that you can be so cute sometimes, Dillie," I cooed, pinching his cheeks with both my hands. "You're wike a wittle boy."

Dylan groaned with embarrassment and grabbed my wrists, pulling them so my hands laid flat on his chest. I grinned and kissed his nose.

"Stop making me feel so awkward," he muttered with a small smile and stuck his tongue out at me in a childish manner.

I chuckled and kissed the corner of his lips. I moved to his lips and pecked them, smiling. He smiled back at me and captured my lips with his in a hungry kiss. While our lips moved in sync, one of Dylan's hands moved down to the small lump on my stomach that was forming. I felt him smile and he moved his hands from my stomach to my waist, pulling me on his lap once again.

"I love you," he said with a cheeky grin, pulling away.

I bit my lip, heat rushing to my cheeks. No matter how many times I heard those words or how many times I kissed him, I would never be able to get over the way Dylan Spears made me feel.

"I love you too," I said and rested my head in the crook of his neck. "And, by the way, if I ever find out that you've been lying to me about loving me, I'll rip your balls off, shove them in your eyes, and take your d**k and shove it down your throat."

Dylan hummed and kissed behind my ear, resting his head on the armrest, my head on his shoulder as he rubbed my back soothingly.

"So," Dylan mumbled and turned his head, our noses touching. "There's some type of dinner party for all alphas, Lunas, betas, and beta females that's going on tonight."

"So?" I asked with a sigh, my lips brushing against his.

He bit his lip and continued, "So, I think we should go. It would be a good chance for you to meet our allies."

"Which are?"

Water Scale, Terra Stone, and Moon Light. Terra Stone's and Moon Light's Lunas are very kind -- you'll like them?"

"And Water Scale's?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Their alpha only just became an alpha six months ago," Dylan explained with a shrug. "So, he's just around my age -- still looking for his mate."

"Oh... how old are you? Like, twenty-one, from my calculations."

Dylan scrunched his nose up with dislike when I said that and he muttered, "Yeah."

I puckered my lip out and squished his nose. He bit my finger and I gasped, looking down at my finger. I felt my eyes well with tears and Dylan tried his hardest not to laugh as they rolled down my cheeks and the bridge of my nose.

"I'm sorry, love," he said and let out a laugh.

I glared at him and pushed him off of the couch. He fell with a thud and groaned with pain.

"No need to be a b***h," he muttered under his breath.

That... is when I lost it.

"I'm not a b***h!" I sobbed and hugged myself. "I have just as much emotion as your stupid self! How would you like it if I called you a b***h, huh!?"

Dylan grinned up at me and stood, crawling on top of me. His arms steadied himself and his lips brushed against mine as he whispered, "I would tie you to my bed and torture you." He paused. "With my tongue. And my fingers. And possibly my--"

"I-I get it," I squeaked out, my cheeks flaming.

Damn, Clarke sighed. You're more emotional than a woman on her period.

No s**t, I snapped back.

"I kind of don't want to go to the dinner," I said. "I would rather much be tortured with your tongue than go to a stupid dinner."

Dylan's golden eyes darkened with lust and a smirk appeared on his perfect face. He kissed my neck slowly and I immediately tilted it to the side so he would have more access.

"That can be done."

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Sighing, I looked at myself in the mirror. The outfit wasn't bad; it was a tight, dark grey dress that was decorated with glitter on my torso, slowly decaying as the soft fabric went down my legs, splitting at my left thigh. My baby bump could slightly be seen through the dress and it brought a smile to my face when I looked at it. My hand went to the bump and I rubbed it gently, sighing.

"Do you want to go to this party?" I asked with a small smile. "I thought so. It will be boring. Your good-for-nothing father still thinks we should go."

"I'm offended," my mate's voice said from behind me. I saw Dylan's reflection join mine and his hands were placed on my hips, pulling me close to his chest from behind. "I just think it would look good for both us and the pack if we go."

I groaned and turned around, my arms going around his neck. His eyes cast down and he raised an eyebrow.

"Half of your boobs are hanging out, Aria," he complained and pulled the dress up. "Put a new dress on."

I rolled my eyes and slapped his hand away.

"No, they're not," I said sharply. "They look fine."

"And big."

"To you."

"And to everyone else who will be there."

"Does it bother you?"

"To think of all of the single men there staring at you? Yes."

"No, the dress."

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because it's still on you."

"I--" I stopped speaking and stared at Dylan with a raised eyebrow, a smirk growing on my face. "It wouldn't have to be on me if we stayed home."

Dylan closed his eyes with pressure and when he opened them, they were dark with lust. Sighing, he said, "Nice try, love."

I huffed and pushed him away, walking into the washroom to do my makeup. I grabbed my foundation and began applying it.

"You just hate the fact that you don't want to go to the party but you don't want to say anything because you'll be telling me how I'm right."

Dylan shrugged, "Maybe,maybe not. I guess you'll never know."

I glared at him through the mirror and finished with the foundation, moving onto the next thing in my line of makeup.

"For once," I began, "think about what you want to do and not what everyone expects you to do."

"That wouldn't make me much of a good alpha then, would it? I put my pack before myself."

"What about me?" I asked.

"Yes, I would put you before me."

I shrugged, continuing on with my rant, "Have you ever tried putting yourself before the pack?"

"No. And I don't plan to."

I nodded my head. Finishing with my makeup, I turned around to see Dylan smiling at me. My eyebrows knit together and a confused smile grew on my face. "What?"

"You're absolutely gorgeous."

I bit my lip and pecked his lips. Dylan tried pulling me closer to him but I pulled away and shook my head.

"You don't get kisses for the rest of the night," I said and turned to leave the washroom. I felt a spank to my ass and I squealed, turning to Dylan with a shocked expression.

He only grinned and replied, "We'll see about that."