Eloise’s POV
[Earlier that evening]
“Of course, I’m coming too,” I laugh as my omega packs my bag. My best friend, Tabitha, is chatting with me about the upcoming Fall Festival, which will coincide with the forthcoming birth of Logan’s heir. Planning that event and waiting for the arrival of our pup is what I’m supposed to be doing.
But I know Logan is clueless when it comes to some of the finer elements of diplomacy and negotiation. The alpha approaches each situation with the subtlety of a sledgehammer when often what one needs is a scalpel, or better yet a syringe.
Dr. Davenport is fussing around me, trying to take a few measurements before I leave. She assures me that the baby is growing normally, but my belly still seems a bit small. I thought I’d be bigger at 6 months in.
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