25. Ryder
Clear jelly is squeezed over Carina’s bump causing her to flinch. Her widened and excited eyes remain locked on the screen by the bed and the shirt she holds up is scrunched between clenched hands. All morning, her emotions have been strong enough for me to feel them them—anxiety and glee riding high each second. Since Carina had mentioned what today consists of, I spent all of Sunday fighting my wolf’s instincts. We agreed to keep things baby-only and showing up every free moment she has isn’t the best way to go about sticking to the arrangement. So, I stayed away until seven this morning when I could no longer stop myself. A time Carina didn’t approve of. The appearance of her knotted hair tied chaotically atop her head, above narrowed, fuming eyes and gritted teeth is a vision I’ll no
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