*Josie*
Sitting in the parlor, watching as the servants finish trimming the tree, I can hardly believe it is Christmas Eve, that three weeks have passed so quickly. Noa sleeps in a nearby cradle that is decorated with holly and red velvet ribbon. She is such a delight, but still so small. Dr. Warren has decided she needs to be fed formula rather than mother’s milk.
“I feel as though I’m failing her," I told Nathan.
“You only fail her if you don’t heed your doctor’s advice,” He had assured me.
I didn’t expect my mate to be so attentive or to spend so much time holding our daughter. With winter upon us, there is little need for him to go out and check on the pack members, but I still hadn’t anticipated that much of his day would be spent entertaining me. We play cards. Sometimes he reads
