Olivia
“Hand me another ribbon, Angela—red or pink, your choice.” I stretched my arms high over my head in an attempt to tack up yet another Valentine-themed banner in our pack’s aging school gymnasium.
The ladder wobbled a bit beneath me, but it seemed as though I hadn’t learned my lesson from the gender reveal party; I was still determined to prove my balancing skills. My excuse was that I was only a little over five months pregnant, so it was fine. No one else really seemed to agree, but I was too stubborn to let the job go to someone else.
Angela rooted around in our supply box, her tongue peeking out in concentration as she tried to make the momentous decision between which color streamer to choose.
After the surprise funding check from the Alpha association, I plann
