Drake POV
Lazy Sunday mornings took on a whole new meaning for me when Isabella began to show. Instead of rolling over on top of her and loving her into the afternoon, I spent that time cuddling her while she slept and cradling that tiny bump in my hand, imagining the life growing inside. Would she have her mother’s eyes or mine? Blonde hair or black? Would she be a shifter with the powers of a witch or a witch with the heightened senses of a wolf? We were only halfway there, but I was already excited to hold my little angel in my hands and look into that sweet face.
Like my mother, I was convinced we were having a girl. I didn’t know why, I just was. It was a feeling I had deep down. It was how I’d thought of her since the day we found out Izzy was pregnant. While most defaulted to the
