KATHERINE POV
-Two months later-
I felt like a hot air baloon . Or a airship. Or, you know those giant round balloons they make you bounce on in pregnancy classes? That. That was me. A walking, talking, hormonal balloon with legs.
And yes, I hated it.
I loved feeling the little kicks and hiccups of my ray of sunshine but I couldn’t Wait to Meet her anymore.
I was ready. The quads were ready. It was time to pop the air baloon.
The last two months had been… eclectic, to say the least. A couple of weeks after we came back from our honeymoon, Kai called and came home. We had a meeting, and let’s just say—it could have been better, but it could have been worse too. On the positive side, no one ended up in the hospital, and honestly, I take that as a win. With my Alphas, avoiding bloodshe
