Pregnant.
Barely five weeks along.
Let’s set you up to hear the heartbeat...
A swarm of emotions squeezed every ounce of Nevaeh as she turned her head, the pillow brushing against her cheek, as she peered at the small posters pinned to the examination room’s wall depicting women in various stages of pregnancy. Unlike human females, a werewolf just took five months to have a pup. Since she was barely past one month, she would start showing soon; maybe she already was? Nevaeh pulled her shirt up and looked down at her stomach. Her usually flat stomach. How had she not noticed the slight bump? Had Aron? Did he already know? A smile stretched across her lips as her hand caressed it. Was this really real?
The door flew open and she met her best friend’s eyes set ablaze.
