Morgan
The two weeks that I’d provided Kade had dwindled to one. In one more week, I’d return to the packhouse for my appointment with Dr. Bennett, and I’d either leave with grainy pictures of a lima bean-shaped baby or pain meds and a broken heart.
I knew what I wanted in my mind, but lately, it had been harder and harder to get my heart and mind to agree. So, I threw myself headfirst into my bakery. Xander decided that after my 90-day leave from the pack was over, he’d set up the small business loan for me to open my place.
There was a small storefront right next to Fleur de Lune that was perfect. And being next to such a successful restaurant guaranteed me some of the best foot traffic in the city. So, I baked. I spent all day and night when I wasn’t sleeping, peei
