Finding Reece (#1)

Chapter 12

November Hendrix-

"What a pleasant surprise," Mom exclaims, inviting Reece and me in.

"I...we need to talk to you and Dad about something."

Mom looks at me, curiously. "Alright. Your dad is in his office. I'll go fetch him," she says before walking away. Taking Reece's hand, I lead him over to the couch and we sit down. A few minutes later, Mom appears with Asher at her side. He looks tense.

Oh, boy.

They sit down across from us. Asher is the first to speak. "So, what did you want to talk about? Your mom said it was important."

I look at Reece and he smiles encouragingly. "Okay. I'm just going to come right out with it," I say to my parents. "I'm pregnant and we're getting married."

They're both quiet for a second. Then, Mom squeals loudly and runs over to hug me. When we calm down, I notice Dad hasn't moved from his seat and is staring off into space. The smile on my face slowly starts to dissolve.

"Dad?" His head whips up when I speak and he has tears in his eyes. I walk forward until I'm standing in front of him. He rises from the couch, his tall frame towering over me.

Wrapping me in his arms, he kisses the top of my head and says, "My girl." And I start to cry. Asher pulls back to look at me.

"I'm so happy for you," he says wiping the tears away.

"Have you guys decided on names or anything?" Mom asks.

"No, not yet. There's one other thing."

"We're having twins," Reece says for me. Dad laughs and Mom joins in, clapping her hands and jumping up and down.

* * *

Reece and I stay at my parent's for dinner, laughing at each other's jokes and Mom even started coming up with ideas about the nursery and wedding. It's around ten o'clock when we leave to go home. I stop to pet Tuffy when we leave.

When Reece and I arrive, we head upstairs and get ready for bed. Reece pulls me into our usual sleeping arrangement. Just as I'm about to fall asleep, he says, "What about Mayson for a boy and Jasmine for a girl?"

I lean up to look at him. "What?"

"The twins," he clarifies.

"Oh. I like Jasmine. What about Denver or Maddox?"

"I like all three. With the boys, I think we should wait to see what we are having first then figure it out, but we both agreed on Jasmine for a girl."

We soon fall asleep in each other's arms. When I wake in the morning, Reece is gone. I sit up and notice there's a note on the bedside table. I pick it up and read over it.

Baby,

I'm sorry I won't be there when you wake up. I had an urgent meeting this morning with an Alpha from a neighboring pack. I should be back by noon.

Reece

I frown. Reece has been attending an awful lot of meetings lately. He hasn't been acting different or anything, but I can't help but worry. Looking at the clock, it reads just after eight. I jump out of bed, get dressed, and head downstairs to the kitchen. I eat breakfast then start to tidy up around the house.

I'm in the middle of wiping down the kitchen countertops when my stomach starts to feel queasy. I run to the downstairs bathroom, making it there just in time before I throw up my breakfast. With nothing left in my stomach, the dry heaves start.

When the heaves subside, I flush the toilet and brush my teeth. My stomach feels much better now and the morning sickness isn't as bad as before. I walk back to the kitchen to finish cleaning.

At lunchtime, Reece still isn't home, so I try calling him. After a few rings, it goes to voicemail. I try not to be stressed over the fact he is not here, but he is beginning to not be here when I need him most.

I decide to take a drive to the pack house and talk to him. When I arrive, I greet Charlie and Nash before heading straight to Reece's office. I don't bother knocking and walk in quietly. What I see shocks me and makes my heart drop.

There, at Reece's desk, is Angelique and Reece sharing, what looks like, a very passionate kiss. I will the tears away and struggle before leaving the pack house without a word to anyone.

* * *

That Night...

Alpha Reece Teller-

I run my fingers through my hair, stressed. I'm tired of dealing with this rogue problem. Alpha Phoenix of the White Warrior Pack called about a month or so ago, just before I met November, to ask if would help him find his mate. She was kidnapped by rogues while he was out of town. I accepted his request. We are very close to finding her, and I may have just found out where these rogues are hiding.

I look at my phone to check the time. Ten o'clock.

Shit.

November knows that I usually come home around eight. She's going to be upset. I suddenly feel depressed and worried, but these feelings are not my own. They are hers.

After calling Phoenix and delivering the news, I head home. November is sitting on the front porch with her hands in her lap. She looks up when I step onto the porch.

"What are you doing out here?" I ask her.

"Waiting for you. You're late," she says quietly. "You're keeping something from me. I know it. You haven't been yourself lately. What's going on?"

Shit. How am I supposed to tell her?

"November. Now isn't the time for this conversation. Even if it was, I wouldn't tell you." Once the words leave my mouth, her expression turns hurt.

Fuck.

"Why not? You tell me everything else," she exclaims.

"Well, I'm not telling you this. I don't want to worry you. Especially in your situation."

November glare at me. "My situation? You make it sound like I have a f*****g disease," she yells before standing up and walking away into the house. I follow after her, ready to apologize. She goes to our bedroom and starts packing a bag.

"What the hell are you doing? You're not leaving me," I growl at her.

"I'm going to stay with my parents. Obviously, me being pregnant is too much for you and you are stressed. I can't and won't stay here if I think I'm in your way," she says in defeat. I can feel my wolf surface at her statement. I don't like knowing that's the way she views our relationship.

"You are not going, November. I'll drag you back home if I have to. I can't trust you not to get upset if I tell you. It doesn't concern you."

"I think I deserve to know. After all, I am your mate, but I guess you just don't trust me. I trust you with my life and you can't trust me enough to tell me about something that has been taking place for weeks. I tell you everything."

She finishes packing and walks out of our bedroom. I can't move. Is that what she thinks? Of course, I trust her. I hear her car start a moment later and I run downstairs. By the time I get to the driveway, I'm too late. She's gone. I feel myself become frantic and panicked. I need to find and protect her. I also need her to know I love and trust her. I can't stand that I have made her feel anything but happiness.

Kicking myself, I call Charlie and have him find her.

I can't believe she left me.