Felicia
One year.
It had been one full year since I gave birth to my six miracles, and today we were celebrating their first birthday.
The pack had helped turn the big open field near the lake into a beautiful party space. Colorful balloons floated everywhere. There were six small cakes — one for each baby — and a big one for everyone else. Blankets were spread on the grass, and many pack members had come with gifts and smiles.
I stood watching it all with tears in my eyes.
My six babies were one year old.
They weren’t tiny newborns anymore. They were walking, talking little people with bright personalities. I felt so proud I could hardly breathe.
“Happy birthday, my loves,” I whispered as I looked at them.
The party was loud and joyful. The children were dressed in matching outfit
