Chapter 17

SYDNEY

I had a strange craving for ice cream. Not any ice cream. Mint with dark chocolate chips. It was my brother's favorite and I personally hated the taste. But now, I craved it as if my life depended on it. I thought I could hold in the craving. It was what I usually did when I craved things during that time of the month, but this was so much worse. This was persistent and so difficult to ignore.

I sat back in my leather office chair, running a hand over my stomach, "I can already tell you're going to be demanding," I murmured, smiling down.

There was already a connection forming between us and as each day passed, the connection grew stronger. I may not have known much about my pup but I knew I would love him or her unconditionally. I'd like to think that the two men in my life could come to some sort of agreement because, deep down, I knew they would love my pup faultlessly.

This morning,