Miracle
The packhouse was bustling, omegas were occupied, and so were we. Today marks Ember's first birthday. While I initially envisioned a simple and intimate celebration for my daughter, Theron wants the opposite—a grand affair. He believes our daughter deserves something extravagant, not just a mediocre gathering. And, somewhere along the line, I agree.
"Baby, Lexus sent us a letter. They're coming later," Theron informed me as he entered our room.
I had been occupied in preparing which dress Ember would wear later. She has a collection of beautiful dresses, some gifted by Theron's distant relatives and others bought by us. However, my daughter couldn't change clothes every second, so I had to make a decision for her.
"Is Savannah okay with it? Isn't this month her due date?" I inq
