Chapter Twenty-Three
“So, wow,” I said as we got in the car and drove away. “That was a lot of info.”
Mason and I were meant to be together for life, and we had never even said out loud that we were boyfriends. Yes, we were in a relationship, but we never labeled it as anything. We were just together. It felt perfect and wonderful. And yet, I had never called my mate for life my boyfriend. No wonder he was worried at first if I wanted the baby. He didn’t even know that I’d stick around at first, but now with all the new info, he was mine forever.
“Well, it seems I’m going to push a human out of a tiny hole in my body. So, there’s that.”
“You’ll do great, Mason. And I’ll be there right by your side. Six months away.”
“This is going all so quick. I’m going to give birth,” he said, emphasizing the word birth.
“When we thought you were sick, you know pregnancy was the last thing we would’ve thought of.”
Mason ran a hand through his hair. “We have to start preparing for all of this.”
“I’m going to take good care of you.”
“My alpha. And I’m starving, but first, I need to pull down my pants,” he said, wriggling around in his seat. “They’re so damn tight.”
“Let’s go get you maternity clothes.”
“Heck no. If anything, I need a bra first.” He exhaled as he freed his stomach.
I reached over and rubbed his belly. “Okay, let’s go eat and then take a trip to the mall.
“Good, because these things are killing me, and my brain really needs a distraction.”
“This will be fun.”
“I swear to God, I’m going to stab you.”
“C’mon, let’s make the most of it.”
He threw a glare in my direction.
“If it helps at all, I love your boobs.” Loved his breasts, his belly, his body from head to toe, all of him inside and out.
“No, it doesn’t, but thanks. At least, one of us does.”
***
We walked into a bright pink shop that sold women’s underwear. Racks of bras and panties surrounded us.
“Hello, gentleman,” a cheery employee said, approaching us. She had her hair back in a bun and wore a blazer.
“Hi,” I said.
Mason might’ve growled.
“You looking for something special for your ladies?” She smiled and tilted her head to the side a little.
Mason shook his head.
“You looking for something special for yourselves?” she asked with an eyebrow quirked up.
Mason nodded.
Her eyes went wide for a moment, but she contained her shock pretty well. “You came to the right place. Are you both looking for something?”
“Just me,” Mason said softly.
“And what can I help you find?”
“I need a bra, but I’m at a total loss.” He bit his lip and looked at the floor.
“How about we first go get you measured and then you tell me more about what kind of bra you’re looking for. I’m Carly, and right this way.” She waved her hand over her shoulder. Me and Mason followed.
Back in the dressing room, from a little table, she grabbed a small pad of paper, a pencil, and from her pocket, pulled out a measuring tape. “Step on in here.” She ushered Mason into a changing room. “Are you joining us?” she asked.
“I’ll wait out here. Okay, Mason?”
“Yeah, that’s fine.”
I sat on a little bench and glanced at the row of black doors with a single pink heart in the middle of each of them.
Mason and the sales associate, Carly, came back out. “Just give me a few minutes,” she said to Mason.
“34A.” Mason pointed to his chest.
After a bit, Carly returned with a few things for Mason to try on. “Let me know if you need anything.”
“Okay,” Mason said.
She smiled and went to help someone else.
Mason forced a smile. “Care to join me this time?”
“Yeah.”
We went in, and Mason hung the bras he held on a hook.
“Which one you trying on first?” I asked.
“I guess this one,” he said, grabbing one that was a beige color. “She said it wouldn’t be as obvious through my clothes.”
“Want me to turn around?”
“We’ve had sex how many times? And you got me pregnant. How many times have these been in your mouth? So, really?” He slipped off his T-shirt and took the bra from the hanger. “How do I work this thing?”
“Just unhook the back and slide it on.”
He slid it on.
“Turn around.”
He turned his back to me, and I hooked it for him. “It fits you well,” I said over his shoulder, the two of us looking in the mirror at him.
“It kind of does.” He turned from side to side, checking himself out. “It makes my breasts feel nice. Like they’re good and snug.” He blew out a shaky breath and sucked on his bottom lip.
“Hey, it’s okay,” I said, rubbing his back.
He covered his face and shook his head.
“You look nice.” He looked so handsome with his tummy sticking out and round, his breasts filling up the bra, his gorgeous face.
I was beyond attracted to him.
Part of me wanted to go stand on a chair in the middle of the store and shout how beautiful I thought he was, and that made me so happy inside because I stood there being perfectly comfortable being me. The me that was meant to love another man.
He hanged his head and pouted. “I’m wearing a bra, Conrad.”
I stood behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist, and placing my hands on his stomach. “Look how handsome you are.”
“And my stomach,” he said, sniffling. “In just the past several days, I swear my stomach has gotten larger.”
“It does look larger. I don’t know much about pregnant people, but you look further along than three months.”
“What if I am further than three months and this freak wolf DNA speeds things up?” he asked, staring forward into the mirror, standing there in his sweatpants folded down around his hips and a bra.
“I think they would’ve told us about that.”
“You’re right.”
“Look at my pregnant man.” I stuck my chin on his shoulder and smiled. Mason wiped at his eyes with his fingertips.
He tried on a couple more bras and put back on his shirt. Walking out of the changing room, we passed a table full of panties.
I picked up a pair and smiled. “Do you need matching undies?”
Mason vigorously shook his head. “That would be a no.”
I held the pair and stared at them, biting the corner of my lip. They were light blue and lacey.
“Your junk would never fit in those, Conrad.”
He was right on that.
My cock was porn star worthy.
“Why don’t they sell stuff like this for guys?” I asked, thinking I wouldn’t mind wearing a pair.
“They do.” Carly stood right behind us.
I jumped and tossed the underwear into the air.
“Here?” I asked.
“No, unfortunately not, but there’s plenty of online stores that do.” She looked me up and down. “I bet you could find something that would fit you comfortably.”
My whole face flushed with warmth.
“You guys ready to be rung up?” she asked.
“Yeah,” Mason said.
We paid and headed back to our dorm room, and I thought how I might’ve had to look up one of those websites.