52. Midnight swim

I’m a bit of a mess. I think I have always been. It takes a while to get the hang out of myself, but eventually, the day turns out to actually be plenty of fun. As promised, I get ice cream and Pizza and we do have a short visit with a new medic. Anamaria. I think. I think that’s her name… I’m not sure. But she seemed to be a gentle and sweet person and I felt a bit of relief.

Of course, she made sure to schedule a set of blood tests and other things and sent me home with another bunch of vitamins and important prenatal pamphlets that I made sure to stuff into Killian’s arms. I might still be in denial, but I had plenty of time to get some documentation while Killian would be away. And I’m sure that even wolfless and punny as I was, the motherly instincts are there somewhere and they would kick in at the right time. Or at least, that’s what I’m telling myself.

As we get home, (funny how I am already calling this place a home), I walk right upstairs, to get ready for bed. The sun had