Run with me

Secrets

Conan POV

In reality I needed a drink instead of a midnight snack. Placing some ice cubes in a broad glass. I poor in some whiskey from the cabinet. If she really is pregnant. It can be either from before she got here, or.... I guess Austin went for it. It would explain why he has been around her almost everyday, guarding her non stop as if she is his. Also why everyone is being slowly introduced to her. Everyday a couple of different wolves of the pack come visit to 'play' with Olivia. What Noah said must have been true. He marked her. With his DNA though, her pregnancy will be accelerated which means he will have to tell her about us. Causing for that final dispute between him and Noah. Dragging the pack through this will only be inevitable. Especially with Noah's temper, if seeing Lena already makes him lose his ****. I can only imagine how he will lose control knowing that Austin's child is within Lena. A child he never could provide Austin with. 

I am not sure if I should tell Austin. But that would only lead to a quick stand off .... its better to wait and see if she is really pregnant and who's it is. 

I stir my drink. I do think she is pregnant. All the symptoms point to early pregnancy. I did mean it though, that I don't mind her in my life. If Austin won't choose her or man up. I won't mind spending the rest of my life with her and Olivia. Its wrong to think this as she is his naturally meant for him. However I can see she is happy here. She is gorgeous, kind and most important understanding of my humour. I am confident, that no matter how this goes within the pack. I will protect Lena and her child. No matter if it means standing up to Noah or Austin. I will fight for her and stand by her side. 

As he is upstairs with her, I try to clear my mind while swirling my whiskey. One miss thought or connection and I might spill all my thoughts with him. A sip of my whiskey and I go through all our mail on the table. Nothing much than bills and advertisements. 

One more day and then is the festival. I am still considering if I should go or not. Protect Lena or wait for any casualties at the clinic. There might be probably none though, so I will be missing out on the fun of people jumping on each other as they find out who their mate is. I walk over to the living room, putting the glass on the coffee table after punching it down. Never before has anyone else try to claim an already taken and claimed woman. Everyone always steps aside. Letting her go with her fated wolf. What would happen if I actually challenge Austin for Lena? I let the sofa take me in. I can feel weight lifting from me as the sofa cushions push on my skin. 

Lena POV

I wake up hearing soft growling. Gilroy must be fast asleep. Slowly raising up out of bed, the bed doesn't even move as Gilroy's weight is way heavier than mine. On my tip toes I walk down the stairs. Olivia must be still asleep as well as the living room is empty. The kitchen clock states its 7 am. Walking back to the living room I want to fall onto the sofa. Instead I fall on something else than the soft sofa. Conan jumps right up, catching me in his arms as I fell onto his lap. 

"Sorry sorry sorry, I didn't know you were laying here." I quickly try to move my whole body off him. Instead he holds me down, his face right next to me. 

"Its fine." His breath smells of booze. The smell becomes clearer as he comes closer with his face. Holding me in his lap. His face is on the same height as mine. 

"You must have had a drink." The smell makes me a bit nauseous as he breaths over my face. 

"I am so sorry." He sees my face expression, immediately backing away. Stroking my back with his hand. 

"You are getting sensitive to smells. But you will still have to eat. Want something in particular?" He knows that I am nauseous but still talks about food? He makes me smile, a doctor can still say the wrong thing. 

"Nothing in particular. Pancakes maybe?" With a caring stroke over my hair Conan falls back on the couch. As I get up a bit he swings his legs on the ground to get up. 

The whole sofa is now empty, with a flop I fall on it. Almost drowning in the sofa, it is still pleasant. 

I close my eyes for 5 minutes until I can smell the buttery smell of pancakes being baked. It won't be long until the rest of the house will wake up with such a sent being circulated around. 

"How are you though?" I can not forget how Austin threw Conan at the clinic. It is amazing he has no bruises. Or maybe he has and as I just sat on him he tried to hide it but in reality wanted to scream out loud?

"I am fine?" He looked at me confused.

"Yeah, I only had one glass of whiskey. I didn't get drunk by myself if thats what you meant." He misinterpreted me. 

"Ah no, I mean from yesterday. No bruises?" I am not sure though if I should further engage into this. Maybe he tried to avoid talking about it. 

He smiles " 100% fine, thanks for your concerns. Pancakes are ready to be eaten!!"

Taking a seat at the table, Conan puts two plates filled with pancakes on the table. Before I dig in I just look at them. Sitting still. Conan puts his hand on mine. 

"You will always have a home here, just know that." With a squeeze he lets go. Gilroy can be heard on the top of the stairs. Slowly walking down as Conan takes some syrup and chocolate from the cupboard. Gilroy passes us both and stops in front of the sliding door. Making my way next to him I slide the door open. He gives me a look before walking out on the veranda and walks into the woods.

"He is probably going for his own breakfast." Conan says while cutting his pancakes as I stare after Gilroy. 

"You should try your pancakes with chocolate and a banana slice." The cold morning air chills me, so I slide the door back closed. Sudden cravings getting me, I quickly dig into the pancakes. 

My concentration is taken away from my plate by a sudden ping. My phone received a message. Looking at the screen it unlocks with my face recognition. Its a message from Jess.

*How are you?*  The first three words are visible without opening his message. 

I am not sure I am ready for the rest. But I can't avoid it forever. Opening up the message I read:

* How are you? I haven't heard anything from you since you left. I am not sure what you are expecting or planning. But I just want you to know that I do miss you. However I am not sure I will be able to wait for you forever. Please let me know at least if you are doing oke and alive?*

I give a quick response. * I am oke. A lot has happened. Sorry for not contacting.* 

Putting my phone down again I look at the plate. 

I totally lost my appetite.