Isabella POV
One week faded into two without a response from Drake’s father and my heart sank a little further every day. I didn’t want to be the reason that his family fell apart, but neither would I tear ours apart to keep it together. I loved Drake. He was my mate, my heart. I’d waited so long and wished so hard for him, I couldn’t let him go, and now that we were going to be a family, I wouldn’t.
Forcing that troubling issue from my mind, I placed a bundle of newly dried lavender in its designated drawer in my apothecary cabinet, then closed it and returned to the line where others waited to be checked and stored. With a delicate touch, I examined the bundles of calendula, lemon balm, and Solomon’s seal then moved down the line. Satisfied with the texture of my thyme, I plucked the
