I'm pregnant.
Pregnant, me.
There's an actual baby in there.
Holy s**t. My mind still could not process the fact that there is a little person growing inside my stomach right now. It's been days since Kayden and I have been discharged from the pack hospital. I requested the nurse not to tell a single soul, for I myself wasn't ready to tell anyone at that time.
As my mate showered I held my stomach with both hands, looking at it in amazement. So this little bugger is the reason I've been feeling sick lately. I thought, laughing at myself. I love my baby already and we don't even know if it's a boy or girl, although it's quite common to have a boy as your firstborn.
Am I going to be a good mother? Will Kayden be angry? I don't know if he even wants a child, let alone have one now. Anxie
