Marsha In Jail

Chapter 51: Marsha In Jail

This was probably one of the hardest things she had ever done in her life up to this point, going to visit her mother in jail. 

Thankfully for her, Maleva had Michael accompany her. 

It would be a lot easier that way—with a friend. 

As they both penetrated into the jail itself, they soon realized that the only prisoner that was currently being maintained there was no other than her, Marsha, herself AKA the ex-mayor of this peaceful town. 

No one in Cherry Wood ever suspected she was the wolf who had been terrorizing the area recently and making hunting and generally life there a misery for the past, few months. Actually, a lot of people in town didn't believe that she did anything wrong. A lot of folks didn't believe that she was guilty and that she was the big, bad wolf that had been lurking around Cherry Wood. 

Some people even protested against her arrest after she had been brought back to town by Maleva, Michael, and the others… Some people believed them, and other people didn't… 

"It's so nice for the two of you to come to see me…" Marsha's motherly and sensual voice could be heard echoing throughout the entire jail as they came to meet her. 

"Don't count on me making this a habit!" Maleva cut her enthusiasm and fun short. 

"I'm so glad to see you… Both of you…"

That meant that Michael was included in the mix… 

Michael didn't really know how to react to it, really. Especially, after everything they had gone through solely because of her under the role of the deadly, tormenting shadow werewolf. The young man surely blushed simply because he felt like he was strangely being welcomed by her into her new jailhouse, but he also couldn't help but fantasize about her again… 

Mere seconds after entering the jail, he witnessed the acrobatic older woman with her back sensually curved as she pushed against the iron bars of her cell with the front of her chest. The boy soon realized that she wasn't wearing much. She wore a black and white striped jail uniform and while it should typically be more than enough, it simply wasn't as they didn't have her ample and voluptuous size at the jail. So, she had no other option, but to wear a couple of sizes too small. She wore an undersized top and pants, which ended up suiting her more like shorts than actual pants.

Squish! Squish! 

Her vast and soft breasts pressed against the iron bars. 

Michael saw all of it, and it made him blush even more.

"So happy to see you again so soon, Michael… Or should I say… Hunter…" 

"She repeated that name again.

That single word resonated in the brave, young man's mind as he had almost forgotten all about it.

That's right! 

That's the name she sort of gave me… She told me that this was my real name, but I have no idea if she's telling the truth… How can I believe her, anymore? 

"Come over here little Hunter… Let me have some more fun with you…" Marsha clearly encouraged him to come closer to the bars.

"Don't. It's a trap. It has to be," Maleva was ready to stop him if she had to… 

"Are you serious, sweetheart? Are you really going to keep him all for yourself?" 

"It's none of your business, mother!" she pushed her over the edge, and now she had made her own daughter pretty mad. So mad, in fact, that she threw her arms in the air and roared at her on the other side of the bars! Nearly spitting fire at her as she did so. Pretty funny and ironic how this was exactly how Maleva used to behave as a kid when she used to be mad at her mom for stupid reasons. Now, the reasons were a little more justifiable.

"Oh, really? I know there's a secret you haven't told me… Something you have kept buried away from me so long…" almost immediately as her mother mentioned this secret, Maleva knew exactly what that could be…

In fact, she knew that this could be the only thing, really…

Her mother suggested that she knew about her being pregnant.

How did she find out about it? 

It was not like it was showing, too much, anyway… 

It doesn't show, right? Maleva asked herself. 

No.

It didn't show, yet, mother already knew about it.

"What… What are you talking about, mother?" she was still hanging on to the hope that she didn't know, but even that sliver of hope was pretty dire. 

"Oh, come on, I know, sweetheart… It's okay… You're pregnant and I am proud of you… I simply wished you would have told me before, that's neither here nor there at this point. I couldn't be prouder than you. You are my everything, my daughter," mother surprisingly came across as pretty legitimate as she uttered these words to her daughter on the other side of the bars. Both Maleva and Michael were pretty speechless, purely based on how well she was taking this entire thing. 

"It has nothing to do with you, mother!" then, rage built up even more in her. If these bars weren't there, she would probably go in there and fight her mom. She wished she could do it so much, but she had to calm down for now. 

"She's trying to rile you up," Michael was absolutely right. 

"As I can see, everyone is here…"

A familiar voice reasoned with them…

It came from behind them.

Footsteps followed…

Michael and Maleva spun around and discovered that grandmother, Aurora, had come to see them. 

"Grandma!" Maleva's heart warmed up a little.

"Aurora…" the young hunter had fallen in love with her the first time he met her. Now, he fell in love with her once more. 

"My apologies to meet again under these circumstances. We have a lot to talk about," Aurora admitted to them as she approached them.

Then…

All of a sudden, Maleva came down, crashing to her knees… 

… Holding her pregnant belly…. 

"Maleva!" Aurora shouted her name as soon as she seemed to be hurting. 

"My daughter!" Marsha lost it completely.

"What's happening to her?" Michael immediately came to her aid.