100. Breakfast

Days merge into one another and the only way I feel like I can track time is by the ever growing belly. It’s been around four months now since our baby started growing. It’s been three months of endless back and forth with trying to get close to one another.

A tedious process, but one that seemed to reach a steady and peaceful peak. One where I could feel at ease when Killian was not in the same room as me. One where I could feel at peace when he left the house for whatever business there was to be attended.

Being the leader of a pack as big as the one we had, was no easy thing, and from the little details he had offered me, he had taken reigns at a very unstable point. The pack was slowly fragmenting and his father did not want to deal with it, so it all fell upon his shoulders.

The part of the pack that was on that far off island has been slowly separating and they seemed to have been plotting this for longer than expected. Killian understood the need for separation and he has been