Mack’s arms slide around me, his hands cradling my belly.

“You know, I think the baby is even bigger than before.”

I turn to him with a grin. “Mack, it’s been ten minutes since the last time you had your hands on my belly.”

He grins back. “Has it?”

Shaking my head in bemusement, I turn to take in our packmates standing around the clearing near our house, chatting with each other, sipping glasses of champagne.

With the nursery finally finished, Mack thought it called ...