The next morning was a flurry of movement and activity in the pack.
When I woke up, Varon was already awake and out of bed, though he was still in the room. I didn't wake up immediately. I took the time to stretch, to find myself in bed. To give way to the thoughts that I was going to have last night and didn't get a chance to.
I wanted to think of the baby. To think of what this now meant for me. But Varon's arms had come around me, and I could think of nothing else besides him.
I took a deep breath.
Things would have to change. There was no question about that.
Last night, lying in bed with him, I just wanted to stay with Varon. I just wanted to be with him, to have my baby with him. To live together like a family. But was that future a possibility?
Maybe. And maybe not.
If I had
