Olivia
I traced random patterns across my rounded belly as I waited in the clinic room, hoping to soothe my restless heart as it pounded in my chest. I knew I shouldn’t be so anxious for a routine prenatal checkup, but I couldn’t help it.
“Nathan should be here,” I muttered to myself as I stared absentmindedly at a poster depicting a womb and ovaries, with little labels on each part.
I let out a soft sigh as my words were met with no response, because I was, of course, alone—aside from my wolf, who merely rumbled in agreement in the back of my mind.
Today, Nathan was at his first Alpha association meeting. I had been a little sad when I found out that he wouldn’t be here to hear our baby’s heartbeat for the first time, but it wasn’t as if we had much of a choice. The docto
