An Heir for the Billionaire Werebears(13)

The next morning, Asher talked to me as soon as I woke up.

"What do you want to do?"

I was touched. I wasn't some poor girl that they had picked up off the street anymore. Before, they had just left me at home to my own devices.

"I have to have a flexible job, of course, but I want to do something that helps other people."

"Like what?"

"How about a crisis pregnancy center?" I remembered how panicked the girls with whom I had grown up were when they realized they were pregnant. It didn't matter if you're raised in an upper class household if your parents throw you out without a cent. "Okay. I will fund whatever you want to do."

We started a crisis pregnancy center that I ran using their money. It felt good to help frightened teenage girls whose parents had kicked them out, and I secretly hoped that being around so many pregnant women would increase my fertility somehow. I didn't know how, but maybe there would be something in the air.

I filled my days, while Xavier and Asher went away to do their mysterious work, with the logistics of running a large household that needed childcare. We had all-house classes on how to do things like figure out your finances and coordinate with other people. Since it was up to me, I was all for providing subsidized childcare for them even after they had their children and moved out. I could not keep all of them for life, because there were a limited number of bedrooms. What I could do for them was open up a daycare from 6 AM to 10 PM, which meant that they had more flexibility than a normal 9-to-5. There were a lot of mothers who were limited in their job choices by the cost of childcare, and I tried to fix that.

I had to coordinate food deliveries that were almost like food deliveries for a small restaurant. Pregnant women were hungry women. Pickles and ice cream might be cliché, but the joke existed for a reason. Our ice cream was constantly out, even though I increased our order every time.

I bought toys for the kids who would live there. I stocked up on carseats and strollers. It was fun to spend money this way, even more fun than spending money on myself when I went shopping. I was filled with a sense of purpose that guided me and drove me forward.

My days were busy, but my nights were even busier.

I had taken over ordering dinner, putting it on our house's tab. Asher and Xavier kept me up every night until the break of dawn. They were absolutely insatiable in the bedroom. I may have been walking around with dark circles under my eyes, but I was happier than I had ever been. I had a job that helped people. I had two gorgeous werebears making sweet love to me every night.

One day, I found myself in the center's kitchen digging out a bowl of chocolate ice cream. I normally tried to keep it to a single scoop, but I found myself making a gigantic mound of ice cream in my bowl.

"Oh my god," Alison giggled, walking into the kitchen. “Save some for the rest of us!"

I blinked at my ice cream. I thought that I should stop by a pharmacy on the way home.





Pregnancy





I went to our local CVS, which was on the way home. I walked through the aisles, reading the signs, trying to find the pregnancy aisle. Did that even exist?

"Hi! How can I help you?" I saw a gangly, tall teenager with adolescent acne. He seemed nice enough, though.

"I'm looking for pregnancy tests."

I saw his eyes drift towards my stomach.

"Yeah, of course. They're over here."

He brought me to the aisle. The number of pregnancy test was dizzying. I didn't know which one to pick.

"Do you know which one I should get?"

He looked at me in shock. "Um...I've never had to buy one."

That at least made me smile. "Okay." I acted like it was Supermarket Sweep, grabbing one of every distinct kind that I could figure out. He helped me when the stack of pregnancy tests were overflowing. He took me straight to a cash register that was on the side of the store. It had a tiny counter instead of the broad counter up front, but I still didn't have to wait for a line of 10 people in front of me.


"So, did you find everything you needed?"

I looked at him. "Um, you helped me find everything."

"Sorry, I have to ask," he said, a tiny bit of pink touching his cheeks.

"Yeah, I found everything I needed." Or I would, as soon as I got home and peed on a stick. Well, a gazillion sticks.

I put it into the passenger seat of my car. The bags of pregnancy tests weighed enough that I had to buckle them in or the car would be annoying.

I drove home, nervous. The boys were home, and they saw that I had CVS bags in my hands.

"Why did you go to CVS? We could have sent the housekeeper."

"No, we couldn't have." I took a deep breath. "These are pregnancy tests."

The specter of the real reason that I was living in there house came back full force. Yes, we were pretending like I was actually their wife, living with them, sleeping with them, loving them. But I was there for a purpose.

"Do you need help?" Asher said. "You look a little shaken up."

"Nah," I said. "I'm going to go to my bathroom and check out these tests. I'll talk to you when I have a result, one way or another."

I walked upstairs with my bags of pregnancy tests. I drank some tap water. I should have had more water if I wanted enough pee for all of these pee sticks.