PAULINE POV
I was a beached whale.
A majestic, round, glowing, uncomfortable whale.
And I was loving every second of it.
Hand resting on my swollen belly, legs splayed dramatically across the bed like I’d just run a marathon (when in reality I had just waddled to the fridge for pickles and waddled back), I tilted my head toward the door and smiled.
“Mew,” I called softly.
She responded instantly—our little fuzzy guardian—letting out a soft, warning husky-growl from her spot by the door, just as Rett and Robert walked past.
“Calm down, drama queen,” came Robert’s voice from the hallway, sounding out of breath. “It’s just me again. I’m not an intruder.”
Mew huffed and scratched once at the floor, her version of “I see you.”
“You’re still on her watchlist,” I muttered with a smile, r
