Pregnant-w/ Kids Winnie Greentext Dump

>Winnie is a good mother; often times encourages her kids to rough house to get stronger / better at fighting to protect themselves
>Everytime you come home from work they stampede out to tackle you
>They're just like puppies and always want your attention
>Each one wants to show you the things they're interested in, like a bird one of the boys caught in the backyard or a new wrestling move one of the tomboy girls saw on TV and has been practicing on their siblings
>Some just want to be pet and played with constantly, especially the timid runts of the pack
>Making time for them all is practically a second job
>Winnie says half of the children whine and whimper whenever you're gone, and you coming home is their favorite part of the day

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>Some nights one of the kids gently shake you awake to ask if he/she could sleep with you
>You say it's alright and tell him/her to get between you and Winnie
>He/She curls up in bed like a dog would, nestled at the head of the bed next to you
>Right as you were about to drift back to sleep, you felt a tiny claw poke you in the side
>Another one of your children is there, worried about nightmares
>Groaning and mumbling out a yes, a second child is resting between you and Winnie
>Ten minutes later, two more appear
>You don't even bother and just motion for them to go
>Twenty minutes later, all of your kids are piled in bed with you and Winnie
>A few had to sleep on top of your torso / arms just to make room
>Despite as it might seem, you've never been more comfortable as you finally fall back to sleep with your family

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>Halloween is everyone's favorite holiday, right next to Thanksgiving and Merrier Thanksgiving
>When they were infants you've been passing them off as "werewolf babies", if you and Winnie were lazy with getting costumes, or "werewolf mixes" of what you got for them all
>Once they started running though, they've started making their own choices on costumes
>Same as before, you'd have to explain that their costumes are just mixes of werewolf and whatever it is they're wearing, but it's harder every year with people you've talked to before
>Like a werewolf witch, werewolf ballerina, werewolf wrestler, werewolf vampire, werewolf cowboy, so on so forth
>However, every year so far, when two or more have the same idea for a costume, they'd hold a feud with each other over who has the right to wear the costume and them alone
>Like actual dogs, they'd fight for dominance over who gets to wear their costume until the loser child, or children, gave up and had to pick a new costume
>Last year, Winnie stopped an early feud amongst three sons and two daughters when they all wanted to be biker outlaws by stating she was going to dress as one
>Before any could question her, one glare of hers sent them all scampering to their rooms like frightened pups to come up with new costumes
>But easily your favorite memory of Halloween was when the smallest of your daughters revealed she wanted to be you for Halloween
>With the use of a plastic hairband to hold her wolf ears down with fake human ears on the side, and a small business suit, shoes, and clip-on tie like the one you wear to work, the rest of your children were smitten with envy after having her look somewhat like you
>One after another, you helped them all look like miniature you's for Halloween, thankfully all content that Halloween without a fuss

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>After helping your last child look like you, Winnie joked that now you should dress up as a werewolf now to fit in
>You bring up that you could either get some hair to put on your face or cheap store stuff
>Winnie didn't feel like shaving off some excess fur to put onto your face to help with that
>You REALLY didn't feel like taking Winnie's "advice" and use what's on her shower drain from this morning
>Cheap store stuff it is then.

-And along the way he gets a big, pretty dress to throw on. The kids immediately maul him and shred it to pieces before the horrifying image could permanently burn into their eyes.

[spoiler]While he was out, Winnie too got a dress. A pretty red one, with a hood and cape, prepared for late Halloween night with you when the kids were finally asleep. Specifically branded "Adult Little Red Riding Hood Costume". At the purchasing counter she told the clerk that it wasn't for her. [/spoiler]

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>"What about... Ulf?"
>Winnie gives you an unamused look "Ulf? Seriously?"
>"What? It's a legit name."
>"For Swedish, and it's the worst name you came up with so far right next to Courage." she says, shifting herself in bed onto her shoulder to look at what you've written down so far.
>You look to the sheet of paper in your hands, tapping the pencil on your chin as you lie beside her. Written at the top is "Potential names", with Boy and Girl to the left and right under it, no names written so far
>"Hmm... Winston for one of the boys?"
>Winnie shakes her head "No, no Win names."
>You sigh and look at her in disdain "Can't we figure these out when they're born?"
>"Doc said there's at least five in here, Anon. Maybe more. I don't want to dig up names for them all after birth. And I certainly don't want you giving them names if I pass out, what with Ulf, Courage, and Winston being your best ones."
>You put down the paper and pencil, resting your head on your hand. You still couldn't believe it when the doctor said how many she might be expecting. You knew how dogs would usually have five to six pups, but werewolves are an entirely different story. What if it wasn't just five? What if there are more? ...What if they don't love him?
>You sit in bed silently, a look of worry on your face as you stare absentmindedly down
>After a minute, you speak up, "Winnie... Oh geez, Winnie... What if... What if they-"
>Winnie takes her hand off of her distended middle to grab your own hand, cutting you short
>She gives you a warm smile "Anon. It'll be just fine. As long as I'm here, and you're here, everything will be fine."
>You can't help but return the smile, the thoughts haunting you dispelled for now
"We'll figure out names tomorrow, alright?" Winnie says, giving a yawn as she reaches over her side of the bed to turn off the lamp
>"Goodnight, Anon."
>Worry still taints your mind, but beneath that you feel something else from Winnie's words:
>"Goodnight Winnie."
>Joy.

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>She's only gotten bigger as time goes by
>They're not as big as human babies, less she'd require constant hospital aid, at least that's what the doc said, but she's definitely larger than what a human would be at her current stage
>You barely stayed awake during sex ed class in both High and College, you know almost nothing about human pregnancy, and werewolf pregnancy is only making twice as stressful for you
>What if they start freaking out during a full moon?
>How would lycanthropy affect them in the womb?
>Will there be complications during the birth? Will they have to do a C-Section?
>Would they be full werewolf like Winnie? Half human, half werewolf? How would that even work? A very hairy human or human-mix freak like that one Alien from Alien Resurrection?
>This and many, many other thoughts cloud your mind every day. You're not sure how you're keeping yourself together at this point.
>Maybe Winnie finds enjoyment in your worry, because she always seems calm, and somehow pleased, throughout the day. At least when she's not hogging the bathroom for multiple different reasons.
>You're not certain if she's using you for emotional support or if it's the other way around.
>Every now and then she calls you over to feel them moving
>You can feel the ripples and your children shifting around inside of her, no shapes pushing up against the skin yet
>As you sit there with Winnie, you slowly forget those worries in your mind, instead imagining yourself later
>With her and your children, all asleep as you look upon them all
>For the rest of the day you feel an intense warmth within your chest, ready for whatever comes next.

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>Every day when you get a call, you feel sick to your stomach wondering if it's time
>It seemed like the one moment you finally were calm, the doctor called, saying Winnie's gone into labor
>One small word with your buddy and you left work
>Endless red lights delay your trip, every second increasing your worry
>After what seemed like an eternity, you finally arrive
>More antagonizing minutes of parking and elevators. You reach the lobby of the floor Winnie's on
>A doctor is at the front, talking to another. She sees your arrival and asks "Are you Mr. Anon?"
>A quick nod and showing of your lisence confirms this
>Something's wrong. Why does she have that look on her face? Oh dear God
>You pick up on this, despair overtaking you. You ask what happened
>"Anon, the birthing was successful, all six are cleaned and in the nursery."
>No, that's not it.
>"But... I regret to inform you that Winnie died."
>No no no no no
>"She had severe internal bleeding in the chest and womb. We tried all we could, but we couldn't stablize her in time."
>You collapse to the hard hospital floor, hands covering your face as tears flow. You mutter "No, no, no" madly to yourself
>The ground melts away, doctors crumble to dust, leaving you behind in a void. You weep
>For that's all you can do for your dead wife
>Weep
>
>You wake up in a cold sweat, gasping for air
>It's dark. The clock reads 3:57 A.M. You're in bed
>You look to your left
>Through the darkness you can see Winnie's autumn hair, her form rising and falling slowly as she sleeps
>You see her pregnant belly's form in the covers. It's not close to time yet
>You catch your breath, sitting up in bed to recollect yourself
>You were never one to be scared easily. Darkness, gore, monsters, it didn't faze you
>But what you dreamed: It was the most horrifying thing you ever imagined

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>You've been losing track of the days
>You could've sworn there was something coming up, but you can't remember
>You'd check the calendar, but it got torn to shreds when your daughter Kimberly "saw a bug on it and really wanted to get it"
>You find Winnie at the kitchen, preparing lunches for the children before they go to school
>"Hey Winnie, is something coming up this week?"
>Winnie looks agitated. She growls angrily, "You tell me."
>Shit, it must've been important
>You back away, leaving her as you try to figure out what it you're missing
>Anniversary? No, you're sure that's further away from now
>Her birthday? No... Can't be the kid's birthday either, that's about 9 months from now
>You check the clock. It's almost time for the kids to go
>They all get their lunches, hug you goodbye, and charge out for the bus
>You gotta go too
>You try and kiss Winnie goodbye, but she turns her head
>You settle for a cheek kiss and she grunts in response
>'Fuck man, I need to make up whatever it was'
>From when you got to work to when you left, you still couldn't figure out what you forgot
>You buy some deer jerky to make amends
>After returning home and the dogpile of your children greeting you, you give the jerky to Winnie and she still looks upset
>Though you noticed she looks jittery
>Later at night, after all of the kids go to bed, you go to your bedroom to try and apologize in private
>She's not there, but something's on your bed
>A long strip of square packages
>Upon inspection, you can see that they're condoms. A LOT of condoms
>Like a dump truck, it hits you. You know what's happening
>You turn around, Winnie's at the door
>She's breathing slowly through her mouth, her tail wagging steadily behind her as she looks at you with lust-filled eyes
>You start to smell something. You can guess what it is
>The buttons of her flannel shirt are already off, one side halfway down her shoulder
>She reaches behind her and closes the door, locking it with a click
>Oh man

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>You can't fall asleep
>You just can't
>You open your eyes
>The dark yet familiar look of your bedroom greets your eyes once again
>To your left you can see her furred back
>Winnie's sound asleep
>You can hear the sound of her gentle breathing through her nose and out her mouth
>You don't know what it is, but your mind refuses to give your body peace
>You sit up and rub your eyes
>Quietly, you step out of bed
>Maybe just a small walk around the room will help
>The scratched alarm clock on Winnie's nightstand reads 4:27 AM
>This has happened rather frequently
>You sleep for 3 to 4 hours, then wake up late and don't fall back asleep till much later
>It isn't the lack of sleep you hate the most though
>It's those brief periods where your mind drifts
>Where you start to reflect on your choices and what you could have done differently
>Your mind generally goes to others opinions of you
>Last night was if your family still respects you, if they approve of Winnie, and also her family's opinion of you
>That wasn't too bad of a night, nothing that really got to you
>Thinking of those thoughts brings up a different question:
>'Does Winnie love you?'
>Of course
>'Do you love her back though?'
>You know you do, but your sleep deprived mind continues
>'What if you really don't? Did you just convince yourself you did by force?'
>'Is this all because of your desperation out of not having a date and lover? Because she was just available?'
>'What about your ideal woman? She isn't it. Are you denying yourself someone better by settling with her?'
>Yes, yes, you know you love her
>You know she wasn't what you liked long ago, but she grew on you and you came to love her for her brash personality and quirks
>You wonder why you're even considering these questions
>'Does she ask herself these questions too? Does she really love you, or grew to love you like you did?'

>You're certain she does, she was the one who sought you out firsthand
>'What quirks or charms do you have? Does she even like your personality?'
>'What about her ideal guy? Did she go to you because you're all she had to go for that would stick by her?'
>'What have you offered her to make her appreciate your relationship? Affection can be received from anyone. Her marrying you can be lost too.'
>'Like Betty and her two kids. Ten years of marriage, gone. Didn't bother her the slightest.'
>'Her husband got removed from the house; lives halfway across the state. The kids are on a monthly schedule going to and from her house to his.'
>'What if you and Winnie turn out the same? What'll happen to the kids?'
>'Too many to keep track of for one parent. Will probably be stunted emotionally, especially with them as young as they are now.'
>'Might hate you or Winnie too. Maybe both.'
>'Besides that, they're werewolves. Who knows how they'll turn out if they grow up in an environment like that.'
>'Doubt you or her would be able to support them anyway. Money will be a huge problem, not just spending time with them all.'
>'Maybe they'd be sent away to relatives, maybe Winnies, or they'd just have to muscle through being without most of the necessities and luxuries they got now.'
>'Might fight amongst themselves; some would side with Winnie, some with you, and would never find peace with each other.'
>One after another, they keep coming into your head
>You can't answer them all
>You silently crawl back under the covers, staring up at the ceiling as you think
>It wasn't until 7 AM when you hear the click and clack of your children's clawed feet against the floors that you realize you still hadn't fallen back to sleep
>You hope you don't wake up late again tonight

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>>Will you be a great father?

>A difficult question you ask each night you stay awake staring up at the dark ceiling of your bedroom
>The compliments and reassurances by your friends, family, and even your wife help fight off the worries temporarily, but you know that you'll never truly know until you're in the heat of the moment
>When they do something right
>When they do something wrong
>When they have an accident and need your help
>The way you talk to them, play with them, scold and praise; how you hold yourself up as their father above all else
>You don't worry about how you'll handle the litter of werewolf children at your best, but how you will at your worst
>And avoiding the polar ends of blindingly loving your unborn pups and showing too little love
>You look over to Winnie, still sound asleep close to you with her fuzzy arm laying across your chest
>You hope she doesn't have these same overwhelming worries
>She at least seems as confident as ever with how she carries herself as a mother-to-be
>You smile and lay your hand atop hers
>You suppose you'll figure out if you'll be as great father as she wants you to be and more soon enough

>Your excited children clamor around you like a triumphant hero as you tote in the groceries
>Your armed are lined with several heavy plastic bags, all filled with raw steak meat, one half boned and the other boneless
>Despite this now being a somewhat regular event, your soul still threatens to wither away each time you're told the price
>You sometimes wonder if you're spoiling your dog shelter's worth of werewolf children and infants too much with this much meat, though you come to reassure yourself that it's for yourself and Winnie too, even if it eats up a hefty amount of money
>But considering how each time you come home your legs are covered completely in furry, young werewolves hugging you and telling you how much they love you, you can't help but want to spoil them every now and again