Fuck!!!! I'm Having The Alpha Princess's Baby.

Princess watched as her pregnant girlfriend devoured an entire chocolate mousse cake. The plastic fork scraped loudly against the bottom of the plate as Faye scooped up another massive chunk of frosting, her jaws moving rapidly.

After all the pampering and eating the girl was still not happy about the baby reveal, but she was trying. Her breathing was heavy, her nose still a little pink from all the crying she had done just minutes ago.

"Are you okay now?" Princess asked, touching Faye’s hand. She reached out across the table, her thumb gently brushing against Faye’s skin to calm her down.

"No, I wasn’t ready to know what they were going to be. I wanted three girls..." she cried with her mouth full. A small speck of brown frosting flew onto her lip, and she wiped it away aggressively with the back of her wrist, her chest giving a sharp huff.

"Hey, come on... at least there’s one girl in the mix." Princess offered a soft, placating smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she tried to look on the bright side.

"Just admit it. You are celebrating inside that head of yours. You bet on boys." Faye shot her a piercing look, her fork pointing directly at Princess’s nose like a weapon.

"Okay, I am happy about it, but at the same time, I don’t want to dance all over you for winning because you’re still crying over it," Princess said. She raised her palms in surrender, her grin slipping out despite her best efforts to keep a straight face.

Faye was crying, but she was still eating the cake. Big, fat tears rolled down her cheeks, mixing with the chocolate near her mouth as she jammed another sweet forkful between her lips.

"I want another cake," Faye said. Her voice was thick, her throat tight from the lingering tears.

"You aren’t done eating that one. Why another?" Princess blinked, staring down at the half empty platter..

"I want to cover your face with cake, and I don’t want to use this one because I’m still eating it," Faye replied. She narrowed her eyes, her tone dropping into a stubborn, demanding register.

"Huh?"

"You heard me right. Go get me a cake!" Faye ordered, gesturing toward the door of the cottage with a sharp jerk of her chin.

Princess quickly stood up to find another cake, even though she knew exactly what the girl’s intentions were. She didn’t even argue, her legs moving fast across the grass as she headed toward the kitchen to satisfy the craving before Faye’s temper could flare up again.

As Faye ate her cake, she noticed Alex taking pictures of her. A bright flash illuminated the dark corner, and she immediately stood up, marched over to him, grabbed his phone, and demanded to know why he was taking pictures.

Then she looked at the screen and saw that he had been sending her pictures to Guru.

The chat log was wide open, showing a stream of photos of her crying over the sock puppets.

Photos from the beginning of the shower, the dude wasn’t present but still was...

Already annoyed, she dialed Guru’s number and demanded to know why he wasn’t here. The phone rang twice before his deep voice picked up, but the moment he started making excuses, she cut the call short, handed the phone back to Alex, and returned to her cake.

Alex was scared of her. The way she looked right now was terrifying. He clutched his phone to his chest, his face turning pale while his chest rose and fell in short, anxious gasps.

"What an angry-looking bird..." Ruger muttered. He was leaning against a nearby tree, his arms crossed as he watched the entire interaction with a smirk.

"What did you just call me?" Faye shot back from where she sat. She snapped her head toward him, her jaw tightening instantly.

"Nothing. You’re a beautiful-looking birdy," Ruger quickly corrected. He held his hands up, his confidence evaporating in a second under her fierce gaze.

He and Alex immediately found something else to do, deciding to bother Sasha and Haley, who had been relaxing in a cozy spot.

With one glare shot from the girls the boys looked around finding another target, anything just to avoid Pregnant Faye.

Malo sat down across from Faye. He pulled up a stool, his movements completely casual. He had no idea what mood she was in because, if he did, he would never have approached her. Thought she had calmed down.

"Are you going to finish all that cake?" he asked, pointing at it.

Faye gave him a sharp look. Her eyebrows flattened out, a dangerous spark returning to her eyes.

Immediately, the dude understood he was in the wrong place. His hand froze in midair, his posture stiffening as the warning signs registered in his brain.

He quickly stood up but then sat back down again. Reaching into his jeans pocket, he placed a small box on the table. The velvet casing slid across the plastic surface, stopping right next to the remaining slice of mousse cake.

Faye stared at it.

"What is that?"

"This is my gift to you," he said with a smile. "Open it." He leaned forward, his face bright with excitement as he waited for her reaction.

Faye opened the box. Inside was a key. It was a heavy key attached to a small rubber ring, catching the neon light from the butterflies overhead.

Her face filled with confusion as she examined it. She picked it up by the chain, tilting her head as she turned it over in her palm.

Malo leaned closer and whispered. His voice was low, an eager grin spreading across his lips.

"I bought the minivan for our adventures. Right now, it’s being customized exactly the way we wanted."

He expected a thank you or at least a smile. He sat back, puffing his chest out as he waited for the praise.

Instead, Faye gave him a deadpan look. Her expression didn’t change a single bit, her eyes totally flat.

"I contributed to the fucking van. Even the graffiti designs were partly paid for by me. Your share was only 30 percent." She set the key back down with a dull click, entirely unimpressed.

"Come on, unlike you I have people to spend my money, and I used my ID to buy the van, and I was the one who picked it up." Malo pouted, his shoulders slumping as his grand moment fell apart.

"So this is the gift you’re giving me?"

"Being your best friend is a gift. And I spent two months learning how to play the guitar and dance just so I could entertain you today. If you knew how hard it was being trained by Crazy Beam and Kiara, you’d appreciate my efforts." He gestured wildly toward the stage, his voice full of mock offense. Then he saw Beam with some strawberry blonde girl which was somehow familiar but ignores it because that wasn’t his cup of tea.

"Well, thank you for the performance. It was hilarious. But, boy, this is not a gift. It’s our business van for our Morphs hunting.... Also, you have to teach me how you managed to twerk like that. I need to learn so I can do it for Princess." Faye’s tone softened just a fraction, a small laugh bubbling in her throat at the memory of his ridiculous dance moves, during his solo show.

"Just ask Kiara. She was the one who taught me."

"I’d rather have a stripper teach me than ask that girl for any favors," Faye muttered.

Then she paused when she realized Malo had been eating her cake. While she was talking, his fingers had snuck onto the plate, pinching a corner of the chocolate crust and sliding it into his mouth.

Immediately, Faye punched him. Her fist flashed through the air, connecting solidly with his shoulder before he could even swallow.

The poor guy flew out of his chair and slammed into the grass.