The next morning was a flurry of movement and activity in the pack.

When I woke up, Varon was already awake and out of bed, though he was still in the room. I didn’t wake up immediately. I took the time to stretch, to find myself in bed. To give way to the thoughts that I was going to have last night and didn’t get a chance to.

I wanted to think of the baby. To think of what this now meant for me. But Varon’s arms had come around me, and I ...