Kennedy

I watch as my mate sits on the edge of the bed, patiently smiling at me. He’s rubbing my belly that is huge with four pups. There’s so little space in my stomach that you can see their butts or heads or sometimes their feet when they kick out because there’s just not enough room in there.

My little stomach-extenders obviously love their father more than they love me because they stop shifting around so he can touch them. Raif is purring loud enough to practically bring down the ...