Twenty

Cleo’s POV

Roman and I had literally only had sex a couple of times, the first only being two days ago. I had never given being a mum much thought. I hadn’t expected to settle down for years to come, but clearly the moon goddess had other ideas. When Dr. Holland said the pup was measuring seven weeks, I practically shat my pants. Though seeing the relief on Roman’s face as we heard the pup was his, made me wonder if I was actually cut out for this.

While he chuffed over the image in his hands my thoughts went to the pup. In two days, a simple sperm had transformed into a seven week old foetus. I had never heard of a pregnancy having developed that quick before. How could five months be anywhere near accurate?

“What I would like to do is schedule you to come back in for another scan in four day’s time. I want to get a feel for how the pup grows over a few days so I can give you a more reliable due date. How does that sound?”

“Is the pup going to be like me if it’s already growing th