RAFE'S P.O.V.
Seven years later....
I smiled, looking at my beautiful, heavily pregnant wife and mate as she scolded the oldest out of our four children.
"I told you to be nice to your sister, Thaddeus!" Mia yelled, her arms folded over her pregnant tummy.
I stepped behind her, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her into me.
"Cara, why don't you sit and rest your feet? I would take care of the kids," I said, pressing a kiss into her forehead.
She sighed, nodding, before waddling over to the couch and sitting.
"Thaddeus." The mini version of me, stood before me looking really nervous as I crouched in front of him.
"What did I tell you about being mean to Kaliah?" I asked softly, referring to my daughter.
"That it's not right...." He mumbled, and I nodded.
"Right... So why are
