George ran a hand over the bodice above her waist. “You don’t think it’s too tight? I had a heck of a time with these buttons even in this abominable corset.” She sat down and sipped her tea. “I fear I’ll need to let it out before I wear it next.”
Elzbieta began to giggle. “I fear we’re going to have to put you in feed sacks.”
“What?” George gasped, staring down at her belly. “I can’t be more than two months along.”
Corinthia joined them. “And you’re assuming there is only one child in there. You are Loup-Garou now, as was the father,” she said with a teasing grin. “And wolves have litters, not single births like humans.”
“Oh, by the Mother,” Georgette gasped as she dropped back down into her chair.
Pete rose and came to her side. She put a hand low on George’s abdomen. “This usually
