"You are glowing, lady Shyla."
“And fat.” I smiled at Carlytte’s reflection behind my own, my chubby cheeks bearing witness of the fact. I sat in front of my chamber’s large mirror while she combed through my hair. It still felt strange to have someone do such simple things for me. All protests over it had fallen on deaf ears. Everyone was bent on making sure I did not lift even a finger to get anything done. I bet if one could breathe on my behalf, they would have willingly done so too.
“Not that I have served many pregnant she wolves, but you are the first of whom I’ve seen taking that fact with more enthusiasm than usually portrayed.” Carlytte flashed her usual bright smile that fit like a glove in my mood today.
“What is there not to like?” I caressed my little bump that was very no
