(Aria)
One month later.
I stand in our room looking at the bassinet Kael set up last week. It's beautiful. Hand carved wood with soft blankets inside. Right next to our bed where I can reach the baby easily during the night.
"Do you think we have enough blankets?" Kael asks.
I turn. He's holding three more blankets. Different colors. All soft.
"Kael, we have twenty blankets already."
"But what if she gets cold?"
"She won't get cold. We have plenty."
He sets the blankets down anyway. Adds them to the pile on the dresser.
The dresser is full of tiny clothes. Gifts from pack members. Little dresses. Onesies. Socks so small they fit in my palm.
"Look at this," I say. Hold up a tiny dress. Pink with white flowers.
"It's perfect."
"Thalia made it. She brought it yesterday with about
