She didn't like to talk about it. The pregnancy. She thought it made her weak, even though he spent at least two hours every day trying to convince her otherwise. He told her she's stronger than he could ever be, stronger than the other girls, even stronger than Derek. She just shook her head and covered her face with her hands. She didn't like to cry. She didn't like feeling vulnerable, or dependent, and that's exactly what she was.

Boyd figured it out first after her, of course. Her scent had changed, only subtly, and he was the only one around her long enough to notice. "Are you okay?" Erica didn't answer, just gave him a small nod. She didn't look up from the plate of food in front of her, which she'd barely touched. "Erica," he put his hand over hers and repeated, "Are you okay?" Her lip trembled, something he'd never seen before, and without warning, she began to cry. He was startled. He never liked people crying around him; it always reminded him of his brother's funeral. "Baby. Erica," he got up from his chair and knelt down next to her, trying to take her hand. "Please tell me what's wrong." She pulled her hands away from her face, her teary brown eyes filled with what seemed like pain. He squeezed her hand tightly and wiped a stray tear from her cheek with his free hand. "What's going on?" Erica let out a wavering sigh, her emotions resurfacing.

"I'm pregnant," she finally let out in an almost inaudible whisper. Boyd was unresponsive. "Say something. Please," she said. The tears began to flow immediately as the words escaped her mouth. He let go of her hand and cupped her cheeks, kissing her softly. "I love you," he whispered. "I love you, so much. A-And I'll love our baby, too." She shook her head, bringing her own hand up to touch his. "I-I can't be a…" She had to stop. Erica could barely say the word mother, let alone be one without thinking of what she had to go through with her own mother (if she could be called that) when she was younger. "You'll be better than her, baby. You already are," Boyd reassured his girlfriend. Their eyes met and he gave her another kiss. "You can't tell anyone," she huffed, "Please. I don't want the pack to know, not yet. Promise me." He nodded, apprehensively.

That night, Boyd lay awake. He needed to talk to someone about it. How long was the pregnancy going to be, anyway? Would she get cravings, or anything like a normal pregnancy? His thoughts were interrupted by Erica dashing to the bathroom to throw up. He followed after her, and held her hair back, sighing. At least that was something he could cross off his list: morning sickness. They went back to their bed, Erica curling up into fetal position and Boyd putting his arms around her and holding her tightly. He'd have to talk to Deaton tomorrow, before anything happened, he told himself before falling asleep shortly after Erica.