Tattooed Luna

Penny POV “Penny! Are you doing okay? You have been in there for awhile!” Rosalie kept knocking on the door. | was so conflicted with her that | wasn’t sure how to feel.

Currently, | was leaning on the vanity for support from the contractions. Assuming this was false labor, | refused to show it. It was nothing like what | read. From what | read, contractions were suppose to be on a constant schedule. Like every hour or something like that. What | am feeling was lasting for hours then go away for a little while before coming back full blast. There was a point after breakfast that | thought they were gone but | was wrong.

KNOCK! KNOCK! The door handle shook for the third time. “Penny! I'm getting worried!” | was getting very irritated at this point. Grabbing the handle, | ripped open and stared her down. “Il am nine months pregnant with fucking triplets. If it is going to takethirty minutes to use the bathroom then letfucking us thirty minutes!” It was a weird surge of power that ran through my veins. | happened so quickly that | instantly stopped being mad. The feeling of shock and guilt instantly replaced it. It was like my body shrunk back as | calmed down.

“I'm sorry!” Rosalie took a few steps back in shock. “You have just looked pale today and the doctor will be here in five minutes.” “I need to wash my hands and I'll be right out.” | said softer before shutting the door on her.

On one hand, that power was something | had never experienced before. It felt so good but yet so wrong at the stime.

Turning the water on to make it seem like | was washing my hands but in reality, | just wanted to know what the fuck just happened.

“Where is she?” | heard the doctor's voice from the livingroom.

“Washing her hands. She will be right out.” Rosalie sounded like she blew him off.

“Your attitude needs simproving.” His voice sent chills down my spine in fear.

Opening the door, | walked out to see the doctor's hand wrapped around Rosalie’s throat. Her feet weren't on the ground and her eyes were bulging out.

“Oh, good. You decided to join us.” The doctor looked over atand dropped Rosalie at the stime. Her body hit the floor with a thud.

All the concern | had about her being used to find dirt onwas gone. She looked up at him with disgust on her face. “No one has any patience around here.” Glaring at the doctor, | waddled my way over to the couch and sat down. The doctor glared atbut didn’t say anything as he started up. Laying out the needles and bag, he moved my arm to get started.

“Here, drink this.” Rosalie handledsomething that was green and looked like grass.

“What is it?” | asked as he stuck the needle in. | couldn't help but scrunch up my face as he did so.

A dull ache started squeezing my stomach. | knew what this ment at this point. Braxton Hicks. It had been like twenty minutes since the last one and it was the worst one yet.

“It will put svitamins and minerals back in your system. Keep those babies alive and healthy.” Rosalie looked atwith pity in her eyes and pushed the drink in my hands.

As much as | wanted to reject the drink, if it would help my babies, | would do it. The cold drink felt foreign in my hand but | drank it anyway. My stomach instantly started to turn in protest.

“No. This is not working out. I think | am going to be sick.” Shoving it back in her hands, | didn’t give them a second to find a bow! as | threw up all over the doctor.

“Are you fucking serious?” He jumped to his feet and shouted at me.

“NO!” Rosalie stepped in front ofas the doctor's hand cdown and punched her in the eye.

| was so shocked | couldn't resist flinching from the pain in my stomach. “You're in labor?” The doctor was breathing heavily as he calmed down. Green vomit stained his white jacket. His eyes shifted to his wolf as he stared at me.

Never in my life have | ever been so scared as | was at this very moment. “You better leave! Sir Joe Gambino will not be happy to hear you were going to lay your hands on her!” Before he could even react, two guards busted down the door. One stood at each door as a slow moving as Sir Joe Gambino made his way into the room.

“ q q Q What is going on here? | just got a call from my men saying SOMES d isturbing things NiEoioe was not the dhe voice | heard from before.

This voice was deep and threatening.

“This bitch threw up all over me!” The doctor yelled as he pointed at his clothes.

“So you decided to punch the nurse?” Sir Joe was looking at the already blue eye of Rosalie.

“No, | jumped in front of Penny. He was going to hit her!” Rosalie looked daggers at the doctor.

« . q Is this true, doctor? Were you going to strike Penny simply sleet threw u RABAHOSITIS just turned Highea o the side as he slipped his . . ) hands in his pant’s pockets.

“ PO : ) She is in labor, it wouldn't hurt the babies! You only toldto IE) 9 . ) sure the ba ep EABILY Th dopronstopge uffing and started f : : “ : ) looking a little more worried. “I didn't : ) » break any rules. She didn't get hurt.

“She would have had the nurse not jumped in front of her.” Sir Joe pulled out his left hand and snapped his finger.

Instantly, the guards walked over and grabbed the doctor by each arm. “NO! | didn’t break the rules!” He screamed and kicked as he was carried out of the room.

“Now, you are in labor?” My eyes left the retreating doctor to see the black eyes of Sir Joe Gambino.