Third person POV
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The morning sun rose, gloomy and dull and the entire manor felt empty, like its source of joy had been stripped from it.
Natasha and Rachel sat in their room, in the maid's quarter, sad and weary but relieved.
“Are you unhappy?” Natasha asked Rachel, pressing her hand on her shoulder. Rachel shook her head in disagreement, a small smile reaching her face.
“I just miss her really much." Rachel confessed, reaching for her bulging belly where her unborn pup was dwelling. Natasha pulled her into a hug, she hugged her back.
They heard a knock on the door. They simultaneously looked towards the door then disengaged. Natasha went to the door, grabbing the baseball bat before opening it. She saw it was Kelly and was surprised.
" Do you need something?”
