“I’m happy you remembered me this time.”
“I always think of you, Giselle. It’s just mom—”
It was so good to hear Caden’s voice after not calling me for several days. Just one word from him, and all the anxiety in me disappeared, and I couldn’t help but smile as I listened to him. I had a feeling my little shifter was glad as well, because the pup kept on kicking as if he or she could also hear his or her dad's voice through me.
I sighed. I started to regret that I didn’t insist on knowing what the gender of my baby was. I never thought I would have a hard time addressing the baby, whether it was a boy or a girl.
“What happened to Marissa? Is she all right? Is your mom with you?”
There were seconds of silence from the other line, and I heard Caden exhale in exasperation. He sounded exh
