John’s PoV
“Our son? You know what we’re going to have? Will he be the child of prophecy? Who is he going to look like? Do you think he’ll look like James when he shifts?” The questions came pouring out faster than I could process.
“John, honey, take a deep breath,” James says, touching my shoulder. Using the mate bond, he helps me calm down. “I’m sorry. I Can’t help it. I’m just so excited,” I squeal.
“We need to set up a doctor’s appointment. You are going to need vitamins. Meat, lots of meat. Oh, and blood. We need to get blood bags. Oh hey, what do witches need during a typical pregnancy? We will need to get you that as well,” I continue. Amelia cuts me off as I try to add to the list, asking, “What do you mean I’ll need bags of blood? That sounds so gross.”
Pain grips my heart
