Celia POV
Today was a happy day despite Caius having to leave for the night.
I was finally happy to be awake and finally got to see the pups on an ultrasound.
The doctor gave us the same news Stella did: I would make a full recovery in the next few weeks, but for now, my legs were too weak, and I needed to rest.
Caius did not like the idea of Jordan carrying me around everywhere while he was gone, so he got me a wheelchair.
The kitchen smelled amazing at Jordan's place as he cooked up a storm. He insists I'm too thin and must eat up for the pups.
"What's on the menu for tonight," I asked.
"Chicken French," Jordan chimed.
Stella sat on the couch watching TV, so I wheeled out to spend time with her.
"Hey, Celia, how are you feeling?" She asked in a friendly tone.
"Great," I resp
