When I requested for a full-length mirror in my room, Rogue was quick to comply. Now, I stood sideways in front of it, a hand lifting up my oversized sweatshirt to reveal the baby bump forming on my abdomen. According to the doctor's estimation, I was only about two months pregnant, but the bump looked like I was at least eleven weeks. He reckoned that the werewolf genes of the baby were dominating, thus, it was normal that it was growing almost twice the speed of that of a human baby's.
I brought my other hand up to caress it, a small smile forming on my lips as I continued to adore the reflection of the growth on the mirror. Soon, it would be possible to know the gender. I wish Alexander would be around by then.
The maternal joy that was only starting to fill me immediately waned at th
