Amara walked or rather maybe waddled would be a better description, due to her growing stomach, into the pack house, clutching Damien's hand tightly. She was elated. She was finally home, finally able to walk about freely without needles and tubes in her body. She couldn't wait to get cleaned up and feel like a human being again.
"I'll help you upstairs", Damien said anxiously, and Amara held back her smile. He was like a protective mother hen, the way he hovered over her constantly, but she was patient with him. They had both been through a scare, it was only natural that he was protective over her and their pup. He would loosen up eventually, or so she hoped.
Hand in hand they slowly wandered upstairs, to their bedroom. Amara glanced at the bathroom longingly and Damien gave a short
