Kelly
Kelly leaned back in one of the comfy navy blue recliners in her room and closed her eyes. A merry fire was crackling in the fireplace at her feet, bathing her in warmth. A now empty mug of tea sat on the side table next to her, along with her tablet, phone, and TV remote. Since she had gotten home from the hospital a couple of days ago, all she had done was sleep, read, and watch TV. She wasn’t sure if the reason she was so tired was that she was still recuperating from her painful half transformation on Tuesday or if it was because she was in her first trimester. Tate, already stressed out over the Blackfur situation, had almost heaved a sigh of relief when she had told him her plans for the rest of the week were to hang out in their room and relax. One less thing for him to worry
