*Zara*

“Briella!”

The half-amused, half-exasperated voice of my mate came back muffled by the windows leading out into the garden. I smiled softly as Noah’s boisterous laughter sounded. He sounded like he was having fun.

I winced slightly as I stood up from the plush armchair, rubbing my swollen stomach through the fabric of my dress. If this little one on the way was just as enthusiastic and high-energy as Briella, we would have our hands ...