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  1. Thank you so much!! I'm so glad you loved this story. I did a lot of research and talked to a lot of transgender people to try and understand how they would feel in certain situations. It was really eye opening to see how they can feel like they live straddling a line between one gender and the other. I hope that this story can show a new aspect to people and also tell a true love story.
  2. I missed posting! Summer break is so busy at work I barely have time to breathe.
  3. I LIVE!!!! SUMMER IS FINALLY OVER!!!!

    KIDS GO BACK TO SCHOOOOOL!!!

     the little mermaid evil laugh GIF

  4. Me’s story is sad but also funny. They didn’t do c-section because it is too stressful on sloth babies usually and they will die. (Not sure if I put that in anywhere yet). A more in depth description of the slups is coming. I think I got everything 🤔
  5. Me will make an appearance in this story once more before it’s over. He will have his own book but will of course sprout up in other stories.
  6. Oh a lot of possibilities and we may see one of them in a future story to go over all the possibilities.
  7. Fast gestation, slow labor poor poor Larry
  8. Walker almost lost his arm during the labor 😂😂😂
  9. Chapter 22 - Slow Labor “Push!” “I’ve been pushing for the last twenty-four hours! Why don’t you push yourself off a fucking cliff!” I thought to my mate with not a drop of patience. If there was any way to describe how much I wanted to wrap my hands around my mates neck and strangle the life out of him, it would probably be to gruesome for anyone under the age of twenty-one to hear. I was over it. It being labor. After Walker had gotten me into the ambulance it hadn’t taken long for me to be taken to the nearest hospital where my wolf and sloth doctors arrived to help me through. I shouldn’t say they both arrive, because for the first four hours it was only my wolf doctor and she was unequip for my sloth anatomy. “Why aren’t you dilated yet?” She’s asked while sticking her head under my hospital gown, her fingers pressing into some very sensitive places without warning. I didn’t have the answer to her rhetorical question, but I did in fact have a nasty retort though. “It’s not… dilated… because you’ve… got your… hand in… there!” I’d shouted, Walker tried to soothe me with kisses to my neck and deep comforting sounds. Normally that would have worked, but at the time I’d had an unknown woman sticking her hand up my ass rooting around to find sluppy gold. “We should probably wait for the Dr. Dick to arrive,” The wolf doctor, Dr. Liza, had said with a disappointed look. She’d apparently been having some fun poking around in my gopher hole digging for baby hybrids. I on the other hand was fed up with this and I wasn’t even close to being done. That was nineteen hours ago, now on hour twenty-four of my contractions my sloth doctor was finally arriving at the hospital as if he had all the time in the goddamn world to meander around. Dr. Dick hadn’t changed since I’d last seen him, he looked like a lot of sloths with brown hair and brown eyes, but it was his short fat form that was really recognizable. His movements were slow as he approached my bed. In sloth speed he was practically sprinting to get over to me, but in comparison to the real world he was barely walking. It took him a solid five minutes to make it to my bed from the doorway. In any normal situation I didn’t have patience for sloth slowness, in this situation I had absolutely zero tolerance for it. “Hello……………. …………...Larry—” “MOVE IT… I DON’T.. HAVE… ALL SLOTHIN’ DAY!” I screamed from my hospital bed, feet planted in the stirrups sweat covering my forehead as I attempted to push for the four hundred and twenty-second time. (I’d been keeping count since I got to the hospital) “You……………… …………...will…………… …………...be…………….. …………...in…………….. …………...labor—” Dr. Dick continued, completely ignoring my rant just like any sloth would do when interrupted. After all, once they started they had to finish they physically couldn’t change their train of thoughts that fast. “UGHHHH,” I groaned. Walker chuckled as the Sloth doctor took his slothin’ time to get to the bed. I glared at my mate who hadn’t left my side in the last twenty-four hours. “You better hope they come out soon, or I’m going to rip your testicals off and shove them up your—” “For…………… …………...at…………… …………...least…………… …………...thirty-six hours—” “Thirty-six hours!” Dr. Liza shouted, looking over at her alpha with wide blue eyes and back at my pathetic form. Walker soothed me with gentle kisses along my sweaty face as a pathetic sound escaped me. Thirty-six hours at minimum of this. I doubted I’d ever let my alpha’s dick near me and let alone knot me if it mean two days worth of labor to push his babies out. Pain welled up down my spine and around my abdomen pulling a pain filled scream out of my lungs. “Oh, another contraction. Push Larry!” Dr. Liza said sweetly her hands helping hold my tired legs open as I desperately pushed. “Keep pushing,” she urged. “If she tells me to push one more damn time I’m going to push her in front of a truck! Ughh breath, breath I can do this without committing multiple murders,” my thoughts played out even as my body pushed slowly with each contraction. As I found out, one of the reasons sloth labor was so slow was because we weren’t able to push fast enough and our pups loved to take their damn time just like the rest of their species. “You’re beautiful like this,” Walker said against my ear, nipping the edge gently. “Even though you’ve been thinking of castrating me for the past six hours.” He chuckled deeply and licked a kissed across the side of my face. “Castration is the least of your worries! Ten is enough I am not doing this ever again! I haven’t even pushed one of them out yet! It’s been a whole day of pushing. You want more pups and it will be you pushing them out next time,” I hissed angrily. “You…………… …………...know…………… …………...the……………… …………...saying,” Dr. Dick kept talking. Dr. Liza looked at the man as if she was sure what to do with him. She apparently wasn’t used to being around sloths and didn’t know what to do with the one sided conversation going on that everyone else seemed to be ignoring. I sighed irritably as the contraction faded for a few minutes giving me some reprieve. “If he doesn’t stop talking and get over to this bed and get these sluppies out I’m going to—” “Slow…………… …………...and…………… …………...steady…………… …………...wins…………… …………...the…………… …………...race…………… …………...not…………… …………...a....................... ..................predators…………… …………...fast…………… …………...pace,” as he was talking he was slowly sitting down in his rolling stool. The moment his butt hit the stool he was pulling on latex gloves and rolling in between my legs, forcing Dr. Liza to move as he ducked his head down and touched my— “HE’S GOT HIS WHOLE HAND UP THERE!” I was so shocked the only sound that came out was a string of broken sounds as the doctor shoved his entire arm up my— Walker growled low and dark the sound changing the atmosphere in the room. Dr. Liza paled her blue eyes wide as she tapped frantically on Dr. Dick’s shoulder. “Dr. I would advise you to remove your uhh arm from the alpha mate,” she stuttered. “Fasicnating…………… …………...they…………… …………...are…………… …………...half…………… …………...way…………… …………...down…………… …………...the…………... …………...birthing…………… …………...canal…………… …………...let…………… …………...me…………… …………...take…………… …………...a…………… …………...deeper…………… …………...look,” he said excitedly as I felt his hand go even deeper causing me to squeel not in pain but absolute mortification. “SLOTH FUCKERY!” Walker’s growled loud and dangerously his face contorted in feral anger. Dr. Liza had gone so pale she looked like a ghost with her light blonde hair and wide blue eyes. “Dr. remove your hand!” Dr. Liza said louder this time. “Perfect…………… …………...they…………… …………...are…………… …………...moving…………… …………...right…………… …………...along,” Dr. Dick said cheerfully, no even noticing my angry snarling wolf mate, or his horrified pack doctor staring down at him. He pulled his hand out, thankfully causing some of the tension in the room to dissipate, but Walker was still growling low beside me. “I would appreciate it,” Walker snarled at the sloth doctor. “If you wouldn’t fist my mate.” Dr. Dick frowned his eyes squinting in confusion.“Fist…………… …………...oh…………… …………...no…………… …………...I…………… …………...would……… …………...never…………… …………...hit…………… …………...a…………… …………...fellow…………… …………...sloth,” he said with a slow wave of his latex gloved hand. “Can…. we.. focus!” I bit out, my body tensing as another contraction started again. “How… ughhhhh….. Long… until…. They’re… born!” Walker’s deep growls dissolved into soft rumbles as he gently rubbed my swollen belly, his face pressing close to my own. Out of everything in this labor, the constant connection with my alpha was one of the only redeeming parts. There wasn’t anything else I was going to want to relive from this experience, like stubbing your toe over and over again for twenty-four hours. “You are not sticking your dick in me ever again, I swear to all that is slow that I will cut it off. Cut. It. Off.” “Whatever you say Slothie,” he chuckled but didn’t argue with my vivid threats. As another contraction went through me and Dr. Dick talked in slow motion about all the fun ways a sloth pup could be born by slowly stretching open the birthing canal and waiting to come out when it was read — I thought: This cannot get any worse. I was wrong. Oh, I was wrong on so many levels. “Larry…………… …………...we’re…………… …………...here…………… …………...where…………… …………...are…………… …………...the…………… …………...slothies?” My mother's voice rang out slow and clear from the hospital corridor. “You called my family? I don’t want my mom to watch me—” My mind blanked as another contraction had me panting and pushing like a dying animal. “push out ten “bum babies” as grandslather likes to put it,” I finished my thought, my eyes wide and locked on the door they would be coming through. I knew my brother wouldn’t be one of the sloths coming. Walker had told me on the ambulance ride that Paul had been taken into custody not long after my disappearance. Apparently there had been an anonymous tip that he knew of my whereabouts. Paul hadn’t known where Me had taken me but of course another anonymous tip also told Walker where he could find me. Seriously if I ever got my hands on that crazy creature I was going to poke him in some seriously sensitive places with my claws. Walker soothed me nuzzling my sweat drenched cheek. “I called them twenty-five hours ago. To be honest I forgot I called them. At the time I thought you’d want your family—” “Larry…………… …………...don’t…………… …………...push…………… …………...too…………… …………...fast…………… …………...bum…………… …………...babies…………… …………...gotta…………… …………..crawl…………… …………...out…………… …………...on…………… …………...their…………… …………...own,” Grandslather shouted in his slow wheezing speech from down the hospital hallway. No doubt that the entire hospital had heard every single drawn out word. Walker’s mouth tightened into a hard line, and I could see him holding in the laughter. “If you laugh you will be walking slow for a very long time.” I narrowed my eyes, my red sweaty face menacing as I thought of all the ways I’d castrate him. “I would never—” “Don’t…………… …………...worry…………… …………...Larry…………… …………...everyone…………… …………...knows…………… …………...you…………… …………...ain’t…………… …………...a…………… …………...girl…………… …………...no…………… …………...need…………… …………...to…………… …………...hide…………… …………...your…………… …………...pickel!” Grandslather shouted even louder, no doubt waving his arm around in random slow dramatic circles, the other arm too busy holding his cane and fumbling with something under his arm. Walker’s face turned a deep shade of red, the tight line his lips made pressed hard together even as his eyes teared with suppressed laughter. I narrowed my eyes looking at the two doctors who were watching my rear end like it was a ticking time bomb. “How… much…. Longer?” I panted. “Maybe a few hours—” Dr. Liza started. “Twenty…………… …………...more…………… …………...hours…………… …………...for…………… …………...sure,” The sloth doctor said over the wolf doctor. I looked between the two of them already knowing whose estimate I wanted to go with on this and it wasn’t the twenty plus hour opinion. Was tapping out an option at this point? Panic mixed with acceptance as I tried to keep breathing in and out in steady pants. I was not going to have a panic attack mid labor, I was absolutely not going to lose my shit. “Easy, baby. Everything is alright,” Walker said sensing and most likely hearing my impending meltdown. He leaned forward to brush his nose lovingly across my cheek, deep rumbles of comfort soothing away some of the panic. He was right, I could do this, as long as I had him by my side I could get through anything. “Larry…………… …………...there…………… …………...you…………… …………...are!” My mother said in a dramatic slow drawl as she, my father, and my grandslarents meandered into the hospital room, folding chairs held under their arms like they were getting ready to watch fireworks on the lawn for fourth of july. My eye started to twitch. “I lied, I can’t get through this. If you love me you’ll sedate me,” I looked up at my mate with wide desperate eyes just as my family started setting up sloth camp in the corner of the room, front row seats to the show. “PUT….. ME... OUT... NOW!” I shouted as another contraction started up again. No doubt in my mind they were getting closer together. Walker huffed out a laugh as my family sat down and not surprisingly they brought snacks to share. “Be happy mate that the pack can’t fit in this room. It’s usually tradition for the alpha mate to give birth in front of the entire pack so that they can see the next alpha heir born.” “If one more foot crosses over that threshold I’m going to shove it up your—” “Push Larry,” Dr. Liza said making me focus again on the job at hand. There was no way I was going to forget my current situation, absolutely no way. I’m not going to lie, I lost track of time around the forty-eight hour mark. Poor Walker had fallen asleep beside me at one point. I think I might have dozed off until the contractions got to hard to bare and I was digging my shifted claws into my mates arm until he was grunting awake. It was around 5am that the doctors finally proclaimed they could see one of the slups crowing. “Oh…………... …………..look………….. …………..I………….. …………..see………….. …………..its………….. …………..ears!” Mother cooed excitedly, not at all shy about where my kids were popping out of during the actual birth. “Keep going, baby. It’s almost over,” Walker encourage his jaw clenched as my claws dug deeper into his arm. “Once the first one is born, the others will all follow right behind,” Dr. Liza guaranteed while Dr. Dick was sticking his hands in some very sensitive areas again. “FUCK………….. …………..LABOR………… …………..FUCK………….. …………..MY………….. …………..ALPHA………….. …………..AND………….. …………..FUCK………….. …………..ME………….. …………..FOR………….. …………..AGREEING………….. …………..TO………….. …………..THIS!” I shouted, my words a slow caterwaul that everyone on that floor of the hospital no doubt heard. I didn’t care who heard me scream as I pushed with all my slothie strength forcing my first born out with every bit of power I had in me. There was a pause in the room and then a sound, something close to a wolf's whine and a sloths mewls broke the single moment. “That’s………….. …………..the………….. …………..ugliest………….. …………..bum………….. …………..baby………….. …………..I’ve………….. …………..ever………….. …………..seen!” Grandslather said in a shrill voice. I ignored him as Walker was handed our first born slup. Like all animals he was born in his shifted form, babies always shifted into their human forms a few weeks after birth. It wasn’t that fact that he was shifted that surprised me, it was that he was the perfect blend of both Wolf and Sloth. Walker sat back down with our whimpering son while I continued to scream through the next birth. Four more slups were born each one a perfect blend of both species. The fix slups were placed in a bed beside my own as I watched them mewl and sniff the air. “Five, that meant I had five me to go,” I thought sullenly. “That’s………….. …………..all………….. …………..of………….. …………..them!” Dr. Dick said excitedly. My eyes widened in panic, even as exhaustion started to drag me down. Was something wrong with my other pups? “No… No… you… said… ten!” I hissed weakly. The sloth doctor shrugged slowly, his shoulders rising and falling in a tense couple of seconds. “There………….. …………..was………….. …………..a………….. …………..complication………….. …………..I………….. …………..can………….. …………..go…………… …………..back………….. …………..and………….. …………..check………….. …………..just………….. …………..incase,” he said while snapping on a new latex glove. Dr. Liza sighed exasperatedly. “What Dr. Dick means is that the slups have two hearts and thus were mistaken for ten when there was only five.” “Two hearts?” Walker asked with astonishment. She nodded. “It would seem, a sloth heart and a wolf heart. They are blended and there is a possibility they will be able to shift into both forms.” There was excitement in her tone as she looked down at my newborn pups. My panic ebbed away as I stared at my cradle of squirming pups beside my bed. I wouldn’t say I was happy to only have the five, I’d become used to the idea of having ten. I’d even picked out names for ten pups. A sad little sigh escaped me. “Don’t worry, mate,” Walker nuzzled my ear as we both looked at our new borns. “We can always make more.” “I will murder you in your sleep with a pillow,” I thought narrowing my eyes. Walker chuckled and kissed the side of my jaw, nipping gently at the skin like he knew I loved. “They are beautiful. I can imagine having a lot of pups with you, running around the house, asking their smother for slove.” “If one more sloth pun crosses your lips I will evict you from our bed to the couch for a year. Now give me my babies to cuddle with.” I stared at my little ones with greedy eyes, wanting nothing more than to hold them close. “Anything my mate—” “Oh………….. …………..let………….. …………..me………….. …………..get………….. …………..a………….. …………..look,” my mother said excitedly already starting her trek towards the cradle. It would probably take her a solid ten to fifteen minutes to get there along with my other family members so I ignored them as my mate put all of my newborn pups beside me in the bed. They were all various shades of grey and brown with legs much longer than a wolves would be. They had long talons that would most likely rip a lot of furniture in the future. One of the most defining feature was their stubby tails that were similar to my own sloth booty. I cooed happily as they snuggled close to me for warmth. Walker brushed the hair out of my face his golden eyes shining with love as he looked down at me and our children. “I love you, slothie,” he rumbled. “I…. love… you… t—” “At………….. …………..them,” my mothers finished sentence interrupted me, mid romantic moment. Walker grinned wide and I snorted out a laugh. What could I do, I was a sloth after all. You got used to it. “I love you, too.”
  10. I always push myself, the more I write the easier it is to keep going. KEEP FEEDING MY BRAIN OM NOM NOM
  11. hmmmm that sounds like it would have been a better choice, maybe I'll edit that in to keep with Walker's character (speed writing on break at work does have its down falls). As for Paul, Larry's twin, he doesn't know Me, he thought Me was Denver, and Me approached him.
  12. Not starting anything new until I finish Larry, Ira and Ty’s stories.
  13. Hang on to the crazy train!! Also this is a series. Robby story is next followed by Jack and then Me.
  14. Chapter 21 - You’re Slothin’ It Up! I can’t say I’ve ever had a moment in my life where I’ve been so scared and completely clueless. I mean, I had absolutely no idea what was going on. Police shouting for a cease fire, wolves fighting apparently a gang of exotic animal traffickers, Denver had no idea he’d kidnapped me and Robby, and Walker had an evil doppelgänger. If I lived through this acid trip that I’d found myself in I was going to embrace a much simpler way of life — Meaning I wasn’t going to come down from a very tall tree for a very very long time. I cringed as the Evil Walker grabbed my arm and forced me to my feet, thankfully my contractions had taken a five minute break for the supposed evil monologue that was bound to come. I mean I’d practically opened up the gateway by asking him who he was and of course he’d answered with a vague non-answer. “That… doesn’t explain… who… you are,” I hissed angrily, trying to hide the absolute terror quaking in my belly. “I’m Me, the next ruler of wolves, and then, this entire city!” Evil Walker said following that with dramatic maniacal laughter. I stared at the strange man whose laughter sounded so much like Dr. Doom I was seriously wondering if there were prank cameras nearby. What the hell was going on? “Where… is my… mate?” I asked as he pulled me along away from the crowd, all the commotion making no one recognize anything that was going on. Between the police, and the fighting it was hard to tell what was going on. No one seemed to notice as my mates doppelgänger dragged me behind a huge compactor out of sight. “He’s over there,” he pointed to the front of the parking lot not far away, “just finished fighting off a tiger to get to you,” he hummed excitedly, like a fanboy excited at his favorite convention. “Soon everything will be set in place!” My brain was most likely melted cheese at this point. “A tiger? Walker had fought off a tiger?” I had no idea what was wrong with this man, where the hell he’d come from, what was going on, and the metaphorical cherry on top, I was still having contractions. “I have... no idea…. what’s… going….. on,” I said miserably. The evil Walker sighed irritably, “It’s not that complicated. See, it started when I found out about you and the wolf prince being mates, then I thought OH! IDEA, how about I get in on that. So I posed as one of your wolf’s trusted betas, and rallied some of you less trust worthy pack members. Then I partnered with your evil twin, who mind you has every intention of killing you — just so you know. So when your twin wanted to stop mixed species matings he knew you’d come to confront him, he had me take you out to supposedly kill you I guess,” the Walker look alike shrugged as if he wasn’t bothered talking about plans to murder me. “Anyways instead I took you here figuring Carlos wouldn’t mind if I hid you at the warehouse for a few days till I organized my plan, but Carlos sold me out and told Beluis that I’d stashed you there,” he paused and chuckled. “Oh you get it stached you like Beluis’s huge mustache, that was funny! Anyways, so I came back intending to be the character that saved you from being kidnapped and thus getting in the good graces of the wolf prince and being admitted into the pack. The End.” He said in a huge exhale of air, the whole thing even more disconcerting because he was saying it while looking and sounding like my mate, but was indeed nuttier than a squirrel who’d just won the nut lottery, that was over a million nuts. “That… made… no… sense,” I said, while trying to figure out what I could use to defend myself from whoever this was. “You’re saying… that you… disguised… yourself… to look like… Denver… kidnapped me… and Robby… so that you… could pretend… to rescue us… and become part… of… the pack?” He nodded as if agreeing with my words. “Yeah, give or take a few minor details. Oh I also tipped off the wolves you were here. Figured it wouldn’t get me any brownie points if exotic animal smugglers like sold you or skinned you dead body or something.” Eyes wide I tried to hold down the scream that was settling somewhere in the back of my throat. “I’m with a nutcase, who somehow looks like my mate. I’m not going to die, I am NOT going to die.” I thought to myself trying desperately to hold on to some level of sanity. Just beyond our hideout the far side of the warehouse continued to burn, the loud sounds of the fire popping and windows shattering joined the cacophony of voices shouting and police sirens. There was so much noise it was hard to hear even the strange man in front of me, but somehow I could hear my name. It was faint, but the noise broke through enough that it sparked hope in my chest. “Walker! Walker I’m here, I’m with a psycho. I think,” I thought desperately, tugging against the grip the strange man had on my arm. “Let… me go!” I hissed, some of my fear bleeding away as I thought about my mate. “You… said… you wanted… to be… part of… the pack… then let… me go!” I pulled again, his grip is not as strong as I thought it would be, but still strong enough to keep me there. I had to get to Walker, to protect our slups. I wasn’t going to let this imposter hurt me and my family, not if I had anything to slocking do with it. “No, they won’t accept me not unless they have to,” he said in what could only be described as a sad petulant voice. “They… will… I’ll tell them… Walker… will… help you,” I said, hoping he would let me go. “No, they won’t.” Without warn, in the blink of an eye, only a nano second, the man holding me became a perfect reflection of myself down to the very stitch of my clothes. My vision doubled, as I looked at my twin, but definitely not my twin. Paul and me looked alike, but not like this. This was a carbon copy of myself, down to my pregnant belly. What was this creature? In a panicked huff I pulled back again, this time with more force, my wheelies sliding haphazardly across the ground as I tried to escape the grip still holding onto me. “Who… what… are you?” I gasped. Again he sighed irritably, but now it was an eerie sight seeing my own face sneer back at me. “I told you, I’m Me, and to be honest I have no idea what I am,” he shrugged again with the same lazy manner he’d done while looking like Walker. “I’m in a coma somewhere. That’s the only explanation of all of this,” I thought as my reprieve ended and another painful contraction had me doubling over grasping my belly as I unwillingly clutched my captor so I wouldn’t fall over. A wet trail ran down my leg soaking my pants as it puddled beneath my feet on the pavement. “Nope not in a coma,” I thought while really hoping this insanity would end soon because I had a bad feeling I was about to push out some sluppies on the tarmac. “Wait, wait, what the hell is wrong with you? Why are you doing that?” Me (I guess that was his name) asked with obvious confusion, his bravado clearly gone when faced with a sloths water breaking in front of him. “I’m… pregnant… you… fucking… igit! Now… get… me… TO… MY… MATE!” I shouted, as a loud yowl of pain escaped me when another contraction hit. “Pregnant! I thought you were just fat!” Me hissed. It was so sloth like that it was almost believable. “If… I wasn’t… ughhhhhh… in labor… right… now… I’d… slap you,” I mewled pathetically, my words barely a threat as I hunched over. “No, no, you aren’t supposed to be pregnant! That isn’t the way it's supposed to be!” Me let my wrist go as if burned by my flesh. “I— I,” he stumbled, unable to come up with a coherent sentence. “Where is my mate?” I thought as I placed my hands on my knees, breathing deeply through the next wave of pain. “I’m here! Please hurry, I think my water broke,” I thought, looking down at the sad puddle I was standing in. I really didn’t have any doubts at this point that I was in labor, but it was hard to admit I was dealing with this in my current situation. It would all be a little less daunting if I wasn’t facing this behind a trash compactor with a shape shifting lunatic who thought I was fat. There are somethings you know without seeing them and I knew the moment my mate had found me. Warmth surged through my gut as I turned around, his yellow eyes locked onto me with a fierce intensity. With a low growl he rushed to me completely ignoring my doppelgänger as he scooped me up into his arms. He pushed his nose into the side of my neck inhaling deeply as he clung me. “Larry, I thought I’d lost you,” he groaned as if in pain, his hug becoming so tight I thought my bones might break. I squeaked,“Alpha, I’m alright, but the slups, I’m in labor. We need to get to the hospital,” My arms wrapped around his neck as I settled into the warm comfort of my mates body. God, I’d thought for a second I’d never get to experience this again. All I needed what for him to keep holding me, nothing in the world could hurt me as long as I was in his arms. To be honest, he’d be lucky if he ever got my sloth talons out of his neck the way I was clinging to him. “Don’t ever go out on your own like that again,” Walker made a low sound deep in his chest as he suddenly seemed to notice my look alike standing silent in the corner. “Who is this, Larry?” “That’s me,” I said, burrowing deeper into his embrace another painful contraction making my body tense, locking myself around him like my favorite tree branch as I rode out the waves of pain. “He’s you?” Walker asked even as I felt tension coil up in his spine, his hand petting down my back soothingly. “He’s definitely not you,” he growled his yellow eyes deadly as he bared his fangs at the unknown creature. “His name is Me, and apparently he’s able to look like anyone and he’s also the reason I was kidnapped,” I thought in quick bursts while trying to breath slow deep breaths. “Ughhhhh it hurts alpha,” I moaned out loud, wishing that this was already over. Me shifted back and forth his eyes shifting between me and my alpha. “So you two can speak telepathically? That explains a lot. Look all's well that ends well, right?” He grinned, his expression different than anything I’d ever do. Walker growled furiously, his muscles coiled tight as he took an unconscious step towards the man. I moaned again, this time louder as my body shook painfully. Inside I could feel my babies moving around restlessly. “You’re lucky, if my mate wasn’t in labor you wouldn’t be living to see the next day. If I catch your scent again you won’t be able to change into anything recognizable. Do you understand me?” Me nodded a few times, a sad slump to his shoulders. “Yeah, roger that,” he muttered. Walker turned away from the man not paying him any attention as he picked up the pace rushing us back out into the crowd. There were people in handcuffs and wolves talking to other police officers. I could see not far away ambulances were waiting, helping anyone who was injured. “What was he?” I asked, trying not to focus on the immense pain, but failing completely. Also, wish some horrific realization I wondered since I was a sloth did that mean my labor would also be slow? “Oh god I hope I don’t do this entire thing in slow motion. If that’s what's going to happen you better put me under do you understand!” Walker chuckled, while cradling my weight as he walked up to the ambulance. “He is not something you need to worry about, as for slow labor, we might be in for a long ride slothie.” I whimpered pathetically, as my mate caught the attention of the first paramedic, a female cat with large almond eyes. “My mate is in labor, he needs to get to the hospital immediately.” The paramedic nodded her head already shouting orders out to her fellow paramedic as Walker walked onto the ambulance, either unwilling to put me down or knowing I wouldn’t let him go. “Larry!!” I heard my name being called right outside of the ambulance, a soot covered Robby jumping up and down waving his hand frantically. I smiled relieved into my mates shoulder, a sigh escaping me even as pain started to radiate through me again. Everything was going to be alright, somehow everyone was ok. “Everything is find slothie, don’t worry. I will keep you safe,” Walker rumbled soothingly as the paramedic started to take my pulse from where I was curled up against my mate. “Huh, with his water broke he should be having more contractions. These are very slow and far apart still,” she said confused. Walker snorted out a laugh as I hissed irritably. Why do I have to be so goddamn slow at everything!
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