Lila’s POV
The soft glow of the laptop screen illuminated my dimly lit condo room as I scrolled through pictures of baby carriages.
Pastel blues and soft creams, luxurious finishes, and clever features—it was all so overwhelming.
I rested my elbow on the armrest, propping my chin in my hand. Was this one too big?
Did I need the one with the extra storage? And why did they all look like miniature spaceships?
A knock at the door startled me. I froze, my finger hovering over the touchpad.
Who could it be?
Emily hadn’t mentioned visiting, and Joan was back in the mansion and in her room, likely napping her pregnancy-induced exhaustion away.
Ronan was out handling official pack business, meeting with ministers from a neighboring territory. That left…
My heart skipped a beat
