Millicent
Monday morning arrived with a mix of anticipation and dread that had me up before dawn. I stood in front of the mirror in my room, trying on the third professional outfit, each one making my seven-month bump more obvious than the last. Finally, I settled on a black wrap dress that at least made me look professional rather than like I'd raided a tent store.
"You can do this," I told my reflection, then glanced down at my belly where the baby was already doing morning gymnastics. "We can do this."
The walk from the east wing to Abel's office felt both endless and too short. Pack members I passed in the halls did double-takes, whispers following in my wake. The pregnant omega returning to work for their king. I kept my chin up and my pace steady, even when I heard someone mutter
