A furry paw shuts of the alarm as it buzzes. The sleepy werewolf yawning as he slowly wakes up looks at the time.
‘Seven am,’ Evan thinks to himself; ‘It feels like I slept in.’
“You’re not in the military anymore love,” a sleepy voice speaking next to him; “so stop thinking you are.”
Evan turns his head to see his wife Maggie nearly nine months pregnant. Placing a paw on her taught swollen belly and rubbing it gently; Evan growls in joy as he feels the fetal heartbeat and a kick. His future son or daughter; Evan beams as the due date for his and Maggie’s second child is coming up in a few weeks. Smiling as he gets up to begin his day. For Evan it still feels like yesterday as he had a farewell party at the nearby military base back in January. Finishing up his latest service run; the now retired navy seal had one hell of a bash. The party doubling as a congratulation party after several NCOs*found out he was going to be a father again. Being served cake in the shape of a baby in military fatigues for his sendoff party was a humorous touch for the retiring Captain.
It was roughly a week after he retired from military service did Evan begin working for Tachibana’s security division. Answering directly to Daisuke; Evan was busy managing from the mundane to personally handling security details. Trading in his military dress uniform for a suit; Evan felt right at home with what he was doing. Looking at his wife as she still slumbers; he makes sure the blankets are covering her good; tucking her in so she doesn't feel cold as Maggie was wearing pajamas. While he was in his werewolf fursona; Maggie was not. As a doctor, she knew the risks of a pregnant female were shifting into their fursona or back. Now on maternity leave from the hospital; both she and Evan waited with baited breath as any day she could go into labor.
******
Showered and dress; Evan heads downstairs to the kitchen to see his father making breakfast. The hundred and fifty year plus werewolf named Mike Lawson smiles as his son looks at him disapprovingly.
“I thought I told you to stop breaking into my house,” Evan looking at his father.
“Get better locks then,” Mike chuckling as he pours a cup of coffee; “Coffee?”
“Perhaps I’ll install a bear trap at the door,” Evan jokes; “that might stop you.”
“Then I’ll just go through the window,” Mike smiling; “you aren’t keeping me from my grandchildren.”
“I thought you and Mindy were living together now,” Evan sipping his coffee; “what happen?”
“We are content to be boyfriend and girlfriend,” Mike answering; “but we do spend a lot of time at each other’s place if you know what I mean. Son,” Mike being serious; “at my age it’s too late to start another family. You, Spencer, Maggie and baby to be are the only family I have left. If your brother were still alive,” Mike sighing.
“I miss Spencer as well dad,” Evan responding; “but it was his own stupid fault for getting shot down in Vietnam.”
“Your brother did have a talent for flying choppers,” Mike answered; “even if they were medical choppers, he still served proudly. Never forget that. Yes he detested using guns, even though he went to medical school to become a paramedic; he was still drafted to serve. Thank goodness his drill sergeant recognized his talents and had him assigned to one of those M.A.S.H units**.”
“So did you just break into my home,” Evan drinking his coffee; “just to make coffee and talk about the past?”
“Well I was going to make breakfast,” Mike getting up; “but you came down before I could start frying up the bacon.”
“That can’t be your only reason,” Evan smiling; “come one you randy old codger out with it.”
“I was going to see if breakfast,” Mike smiling; “was going to be enough to butter you and Maggie up to tell me if your baby will be a boy or a girl.”
“You can try,” Maggie staring at the two men; cradling her very pregnant belly; “but I’m not.”
“So you do know,” Evan looking at his wife; “tell me so we can finish the nursery properly.”
“No dice,” Maggie chuckling; “you’re just going to have to wait until it’s born. Now where is breakfast,” Maggie easing herself into the chair; being pregnant has affected her mobility, but not her hearing. She heard father and son talk from the bed room and came down to investigate.
“Cagey just like before,” Mike shaking his head; “Evan your wife was like this when your daughter Spencer was born. Bet you,” placing the skillet on the stove; “you’re going to have another daughter.”
“You have a fifty percent chance in being right,” Maggie grinning; “you dirty old man. Now where is breakfast, it’s not polite to keep a hungry pregnant lady waiting.”
******
Evan surprised at how his wife could pack away the food; eating several plates of eggs with bacon and toast. While he knows she is eating for two; the amount of food was enough feed an army, metaphorically of course. Eating his scrambled eggs and toast along with a second cup of coffee; he wished he could remain at home to be with Maggie; but with today being a work day, Evan had to be at Tachibana’s head office soon. Kissing his wife as he gets up to leave; reassuring her to call him if she starts feeling contractions. Both cars already packed with what they would need for Maggie’s stay at the hospital; He heads off to work, leaving Maggie in the care of his father Mike Lawson.
“So what’s on the agenda today,” Mike collecting the dishes.
“House cleaning,” Maggie grinning; “and boy do I have a chore for you.”
“Okay,” Mike looking bemused; “I’ll bite. What is it?”
“The nursey needs a coat of,” Maggie grinning; “blue paint. But don’t tell Evan.”
“It’s a boy,” Mike looking surprised; “you’re giving me a grandson?”
“Don’t tell Evan,” Maggie pointing a finger at Mike; “I want him surprised.”
“He is going to find out when he smells fresh paint and sees the nursery finally done,” Mike answering.
“By then he and I will be alone once he get home from work,” Maggie getting up slowly; “You will be gone. Spencer will most likely be hanging out with Eric and Frieda.”
“Oh no,” Mike looking at Maggie; “I’m sticking around to see my sons face when you tell him. Plus there is still some of that leftover buck,” Mike speaking; “that needs cooking. Mindy will also be coming over.”
“Fine,” Maggie shaking her head; “but keep this between us. I WANT to surprise MY husband with this news.”
“Oh I promise,” Mike smiling ear to ear as he watches Maggie leave the kitchen; “but you never said for me to not tell Spencer.” Getting out his cellphone he texts his granddaughter the big news.
*Non-Commissioned Officer
** M.A.S.H: Mobile Army Surgical Hospital