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Slothin' It - 13. Chapter 13 - No More Mr. Nice Sloth

Sorry, this took me so long. I was in a rut.

Chapter 13 - No More Mr. Nice Sloth

“We………. need………. to………... talk.”

I read the text message again, and again, before putting my phone down with a sigh. Yeah, I had hoped it would take my family a lot longer to get in touch with me about the whole ‘I’m mated to a wolf’ thing. It usually took them a long time to confront any issues, so it must be pretty bad if this only took them a few weeks not not a few months. Rubbing my slightly rounded belly for the hundredth time, I dreamed about mangos with salt and lime. My mouth watered and my belly gurgled hungrily.

“That’s a hungry look,” Terry, the bartender said as he approached me.

I sat at the empty bar unwilling to stay in bed a single minute longer. When Walker had said he was going to the club I’d started putting my shoes on and like a good mate he’s helped me. He knew better than to argue with me at the moment, I was still pissed about the whole pregnancy thing. Well, maybe not pissed, how could you be mad knowing you were going to have babies from you and your soul mate? That’s like a sloth hating mangos, and hanging from trees, and even I liked those things and I was a strange sloth.

“Yeah... ...I.. ... want… ... salty… ... Mangos,.... ... and.. .. some.. ….slummies,” I pouted as my stomach started to growl insistently.

Terry’s face contorted into a confused pinch, “Slummies?”

I smiled, mouth watering at the mentions of my favorite snack. “Sloth… ...shaped gummies... ... but… ... they… .. have.. ... small… .. mango… .. chunks… .. in.. ... the.. ... center.” God I really was a sloth at heart. I may have a fast brain but I still loved the same foods and hung from the same trees.

“I guess I can’t say much, the rabbits built carrotopia last year and that’s way more extravagant than mango gummies,” Terry chuckled as he put some glassware away behind the bar. He paused, “You know, since you are the alpha’s pregnant mate, you could always get the staff to get them for you.” Terry smirked deviously, his eyes shining with humor.

“Oh, I don’t want to bother you Terry, and Walker is busy. I don’t need it that bad,” but damn I wanted them soooo bad.

“Well there is someone else working right now,” Terry turned his head to look across the room. I turned my chair to see Jack walking toward us with a sour expression.

Oh, I’d forgotten about the evil jackass. Ever since the whole sloffee incident I hadn’t seen him, but I hadn’t been to the club in the last week since my surprise pregnancy so it wasn’t like I’d had a chance to bump into him. Other than a healing cut above his eyebrow, Jack looked none the worse. Too bad.

“Do something productive Terry, you don’t get paid to talk to,” Jack gave me the side eye, his little nose scrunching up with distaste.

“Let me cut you off there Jack, Walker left me with instruction to make sure Larry gets whatever he needs and it seems he would like some salted mangos and slummies. Since I’m busy receiving the liquor shipment you should probably go get that.” Terry said this all barely keeping the laughter in as he did. The badger was evil down to his core and I absolutely loved it.

Jack chittered angrily his nose scrunching up even more, “I’m not fetching anything for a lazy ass sloth!”

Terry opened his mouth to speak, but for once I beat him to it. “I’m… not… lazy… I’m… pregnant.” Chew on that colossal size carrot rabbit!

Jack blinked, speechless for the first time since I’d met him. He didn’t say anything as he looked down at my belly and back up at my face. “You’re serious?” His voice was tentative, losing all the malice he’d had before.

Confused I nodded, “Yes,” I said. Why had he changed so suddenly? I had figured telling him would only stir his anger more, but instead he deflated like a popped balloon. Cheeks turning beat red Jack turned and walked away muttering under his breath as he went, back tense.

“Don’t ingest anything this time!” Terry called out to his retreating back.

“What……. just…... happened?” I was so confused.

Terry laughed loudly while wiping down a glass. “He just went to get you what you wanted.”

“Seriously?” Had I missed something? No, I’m pretty sure he still hated me, so why did he just go get me what I wanted? My stomach growled again just from the promise of getting my mangos. “Why?”

“Rabbits believe anything to do with a pregnancy should be celebrated and they treat pregnant—” he paused looking at me for a second before saying, “people, like priceless novelties, but I’m sure this is physically painful for Jack.”

“Are….. you…... saying—”

“That’s right little sloth, Jack is practically your slave till you give birth!”

Woah. A slow smile turned up the corners of my mouth as I thought about the implications. All the mangos and maybe just a teeny tiny bit of revenge. I wouldn’t admit willingly to all the things I was thinking about making Jack do, definitely not rubbing my feet, or making him speak slow to sooth my sloth soul. As I dreamed my phone buzzed again with another text message. Across the screen my brother's name appeared along with separate texts for each word. “We………. need……….. to………. talk………. now!” Right below that, an image appeared of the front cover of the most popular tabloid in the country and on it was a picture of me and my mate with the title: Billionaire wolf impregnates a male sloth!?

“Oh, that’s not good, not good, not good….Wait, billionaire!?”

 

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“Maybe we should come back next year, they won’t notice.” I stared at my parent's apartment door with Walker standing beside me.

“You don’t think they’d notice they haven’t seen you for a year?” Walker’s eyebrow lifted skeptically.

Oh if only he knew. “There was one year my mother didn’t see me for eight months because I was leaving the house before she got out of the tree in the morning. I would go as far as to avoid her when I knew she’d be moving around the house. Anyways, she didn’t notice she hadn’t seen me for eight months. One day she said, ‘Larry why are you so tall?” I looked up at my mate waiting for his response to that tidbit of information.

Walker’s eyes widened, “that’s uh, I’m sorry little one but that is horrible, how did you not die as a baby?” He looked at my belly as if he was envisioning our babies being left for eight months without me realizing it was missing.

“If you’re thinking about me doing that I won’t suck your dick ever again, and as for when me and my brother were babies we usually stay with our mother for the first five years. I’ll let you know that was a very slow period in my life.” God, I still remember the days where mom and Paul would just hang around in the same position for hours on end while my brain was doing cartwheels.

“I’m sorry little one,” Walker leaned down to nuzzle my cheek his low rumble warming my soul as much as his touch did. God, I was a sucker for PDA, or any displays of affection really. I also might add nymphomania to my list because the amount of time I spent either having sex with my mate or thinking about having sex with him was insane. I was thinking about it right now, how his knot would stretch me just right while my hole leaked around—

The front door opened ( slowly mind you we are still talking about sloths) and I could hear my mother starting to talk. “Larry………………..

………...why……………

………...didn’t……………

…………...you—”

“You’ve never talked that slow have you?” Walker whispered as the door started to open wide enough to see my mother's face.

“No, not even when mom got mad for me talking quickly to her. If anything I just avoided talking at all because it irritates me so much.” Just the idea of how little I spoke in a day made me cringe. Before Walker, I’d been using monosyllabic responses and avoided talking at all if I could. I hadn’t realized how lonely that was until I started speaking to my wolf. On reflex, I threaded my fingers with his just as my mother finished opening the door, still obviously talking.

“Text………………………

…………...back…………

………...sooner…………

…………...We……………

…………...need…………

…………...to……………

………...talk…………

 

……………...about…………

…………...that…………

……………...wolfffff—” She stuttered, her brain finally catching up to the sight of me standing in the hallway with Walker beside me. It was pretty comical watching my mother's eyes go from lazy hoods to slowly but surely popping out of her head. “Why………………………

……………………...is………………………

……………………...he—”

“You didn’t tell her I was coming did you,” Walker said, talking in between my mother's words.

“Nope, I figured you’d get me out of here ten times faster. Also, you’re my mate and they need to get over it. Wait till they find out I’m really pregnant,” I was pretty sure mom would faint...again.

“……………………...here,” Mom finished, her cheeks red with frustration.

“Because… ..mom… ..he’s…. ...my…. ..mate… ..and… ..we’re…. ..here… ..to… ..talk..about… him… anyways.” I pushed the words out, not used to talking so much outside of my head again. It still came out slow and stilted as always and if I wasn’t careful I’d start stuttering or lose my voice again.

“Don't………………………

……………………...talk………………………

………………………quick………………………

……………………...with………………………

……………………...me,” she hissed before turning slowly and walking into the apartment, expecting us to follow. Walker and I gave her some time to get ahead before we even started following. It took us a solid ten minutes to walk to the living room but when we got there I wasn’t surprised to see my father, my brother and my grandsloths.

Oh no… it’s a slothervention.” I paled, I had not been expecting this at all.

“A slother— oh, a sloth intervention. Wait, what are they intervening?” Walker frowned as he looked down at me.

My entire life most likely,” I sighed already feeling the four walls of the building crushing in on me. They’d done this to me before, back when I had lost my voice because of quick-talking, but it had been an attack on everything I was. They didn’t understand me, they still don’t, and now they were going to say everything I loved in my life was wrong— again. I wonder if anyone would help me start a sloth genocide— starting with my family?

“Easy little one,” Walker laughed deep in his chest, the sound soothing as he threaded his hand through my hair and nuzzled the top of my head. Some of the tension drained out of me and I leaned into him ignoring the disturbed glances of my family as I did. Their eyes were round as the realized my wolf had come with me, no doubt their sloth instincts were screaming to find some really high tree branches right now.

“You… can… calm…. Down… Walker…. Isn’t…. Going…. To…. eat…. You.” I grumbled and wheelied over to the nearby empty couch where I sat down heavily Walker following right beside me.

Paul narrowed his eyes at me from his chair across the room. “Are………………..

………………insane,………………

………………he’s………………

………………a—”

“I won’t hate you if you leave me here to die,” I thought to my mate, waiting for my brother to get through his sentence. I looked down at the coffee table where my mother had set out small coffee cakes for everyone. I couldn’t help but point out the irony, “There is also suicide by cake if you can’t take it even another second longer.”

………………wolf………………

………………you………………

………………can’t………………

………………be………………

………………with………………

………………a—”

Walker snorted lightly, the sound not even slightly interrupting my bothers tirade. Once a sloth got going they had a one track mind and physically couldn’t stop. “Cake doesn’t kill me, baby.”

“………………creature………………

………………that………………

………………can—”

“I read that wolves were allergic to cake. What does it do if it doesn’t kill you?” Do I want to know? Was there anything worse than death?

“It makes me—”

“eat………………

………………you.” Paul finally finished his words timely lining up with Walkers to the point I had to really think about what I’d just heard. If only my brother knew the meaning of ‘eat me’ in mine and Walker’s relationship.

“Walker… is… my… mate… and…. I’m…. Pregnant… with…. Our… hybrid…. Babies,” If I put it all out there we could be out of here before midnight, and since it was only nine in the morning, that midnight prediction was hopeful thinking on my part.

My grandslmother chirped irritably as my father and Grandslather’s eyes crossed hilariously. Mother and Father looked at my belly, most likely questioning how I could possibly be pregnant.

“No………………

………………no………………

……………..no—” My mother chanted her eyes wide as she stared down at my slightly rounded belly.

“I think you broke your mother,” Walker said while watching my mom repeat herself in slowly.

Paul hissed angrily, ignoring our mother's dramatics. “You………………

………………are………………

………………insane………………

………………what………………

………………will………………

………………those………………

………………creatures………………

………………even………………

………………look………………

………………like?!” He hissed and squeaked irritably as he slowly waved his hands up and down.

I hissed angrily even as the sharp prick of tears made my face scrunch up. How dare he insult my...uh sluppies. They were going to be perfect no matter what because they would be mine and Walkers. “F-ffffuck y-yyou! Fff-ffuck allllll of y-yyyou!”

Walker growled deeply as he pulled me close into his chest, his strength comforting when my stomach was cramping my mind racing. “Easy, slothie. Your babies will be as beautiful as you and as perfect. And you,” Walker’s gold eyes narrowed on my twin. “Call my slups monsters again and you won’t look identical anymore.” His words warmed me when they definitely shouldn’t, I should not condone violence on my twin, but damn I wanted to be the one to beat his ass right now. Paul hissed, but his eyes were wide with fear as he sank back into the couch cushions. Walker nuzzled my head even as his growls made the sloths in the room suck in their slow words, well everyone except my eccentric mother.

“No………………

………………no………………

………………no—” My mother continued her eyes wide and unblinking as she stared at my belly.

“Son……………” My timid father spoke up, his eyebrows scrunched up in confusion on his older face. “………………how………………

………………is………………

………………this………………

………………possible?” His sloth brown eyes dipped downwards to look at my slightly swollen belly before darting over to Walker and back to me. There was worry written on his face and mounds of confusion.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I tried again but there was no sound and I knew that I wouldn’t be speaking for the rest of the day. “I can’t speak. Why does this always happen around them? Why can I just keep calm and stop talking.” I thought as I became even more upset my eyes stung. I wished they would just understand me, accept me for my differences. I couldn’t be like them no matter how hard I tried.

“You…………

……can’t………………

………speak………………

………again………………

………because………………

………you………………

………just………………

………won’t………………

………be………………

………normal!” Paul all but shouted each word, saying them much faster.

“I am normal! You just wont accept me!” I thought desperately.

“He is normal,” Walker said roughly while rubbing gentle circles on my shoulder. “You just won’t accept him.”

“Now……………

………………you………………

………………saying—” Grandslother Ben started and everyone quieted down for the elder sloth to speak. “………………that………………

………………you………………

………………are………………

………………having………………

………………babies?” He smacked his lips, his empty gums making his lips dip into his old face. The man was every bit of a hundred years old and the only two children he had were my mother and her brother. He was a quiet sloth mostly, and sometimes I wondered if he was dim-witted. “So………………

………………they………………

………………gonna………………

………………come………………

……………outta………………

………………your………………

………………bum?”

“Oh. My. God. Kill me now.” My cheeks burned and I groaned as I covered my face with my hands. My fucking mate could barely keep in his chuckles beside me as the rest of my family squealed and hissed in shock.

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Omg....poor Larry, to have grown up with them as family. Loved how Walker jumped on Paul for calling the sluppies monsters.

Great chap so worth waiting for. 

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Grandpa just verbalized what everyone would think sooner or later.   Larry's family needs to get with the picture sometime before Larry is a grandfather himself.

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I am so utterly entranced with your writing style. You write the best, most unique, and  completely hilarious characters! I just binged all of Its and Zora. Now I'm caught up on sluppies! Can't wait for more!

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I love Larry. Missed him soo much.But the grandsloth is amazing. While the whole family is scandalized grandpa just want to know how the babies are going to come out. Love it. 

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With any luck Larry will be through with this intervention before he goes into labor and has the sluppies!!  I guess 15 hours for a family meeting is about average in the community.  I wonder what Christmas is like in a sloth household??  It probably takes an hour to unwrap each present.  Thanks for the laughs. 

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