Her Ultima Wolf

Sebastian’s POV~

My hand is crushed. Broken. Every bone…I am certain! But after 11 hours, my spitfire is almost ready to push our babies into the world.. Kaiden and Callista, with Andrew are waiting in the waiting room with Bray and Cory and baby Hope. What a joy she has become!

“Sebastiannnnn! I feel like I have to push!” I link Amy to get her ass in here and I rush to Arabella’s side and whisper “I’m here. I love you! I am so very proud of you!” And I kissed her forehead and she screamed…right in my face! It’s okay! I’m okay! She’s okay! And Amy walked in and said let’s get these precious bundles here then, okay? And Bella said “sure! Because you aren’t going to push a watermelon out your hoo-ha! I am!” There’s my classy girl! And she starts to push… two hours later and my beautiful girl is sleeping! I sit here in awe! I am holding my handsome sons! Identical…except their eyes. Daniel has the azure blue eyes of his mother and David has my green/gold hazel eyes. They both have my black hair. Our family walks in and immediately the boys are taken by Kaiden and Brayden…respectively.

I glance over and see Arabella awake..with a huge smile on her face. I walk over and lean in to kiss her. I whispered “I love you so very much! A year ago, I was literally dreading being mated…and look at me now? I’m a dad..Arabella! I am a dad!!! Can life get any better? You are everything I never knew I needed and I will be forever grateful you didn’t give up on me!” Her face beamed! And she said “You are exactly everything I always knew I needed! And look at our family! We are growing! I am so very happy! And that is because of you!!!

Time jump…

Arabella storms into the office…well…she waddles in, but I have learned not to say things like that, if I wish to keep my balls where they’re at. And I kind of like them where they are…sooo..lesson learned! Her face looks like a building thunderhead and I will just sit here quietly until she wants to tell me what “MY” boys have done now. Another lesson learned…they are “My” sons when they mess up…or make her mad. She is seven months pregnant with our daughter. Paisley! And her hormones are off the charts…something else I don’t mention.

She looks at me and says “Are you proud of yourself for getting three year old little boys a poodle? A poodle? Seriously? It’s not even a real dog! And a white poodle, at that? Are you happy about that?” I’m scared to answer…so I just say “Ummmm…yeah? Poodles don’t shed?” And she smiles that smile..you know the one that scares the devil..that one? Then she says “Are you sure that’s the hill you want to die on today? Well. That’s good! That’s very good! Because your sons decided their White Poodle Needs some color! So they painted him!” I say “They painted him? And that’s a bad thing because….?” She smirks and says….”wait right here!” And walks out. Kaiden says “I don’t think this is going to be good!” I said “Ya think?? I’m going to be blamed for whatever it is and I am going to apologize and pray she forgives me before she throws something else at my head!”

In she walks…waddles..but I’ll keep that to myself…with two recalcitrant toddlers….covered in red and blue paint..followed by a poodle looking like he’s ready for a fourth of July parade and I know better than to laugh. And I said “he’s colorful?” She snaps her head around at me, reminiscent of that girl in the exorcist and I cower… as she snaps “Fix it! There is paint all over the back patio and your sons are due at your dads for dinner…so you better get crackin’!” And I snatch a boy up under each arm…whistling for the dog and hightail it to the bathroom! I love that woman!