Mia's POV

"Don't you ever get tired of checking up on me?" I teased, pulling the throw blanket tighter around my belly as Liam placed a tray of warm soup in front of me.

He chuckled, sitting beside me on the couch. "Not when you look like you're ready to pop and still pretending you're not a walking miracle."

"I'm a werewolf, not a miracle," I muttered.

"You're both," he said, too easily.

I shook my head, but I didn't argue. Over the past few weeks, I'd grown ...