Chapter Seventy Eight

Arnold’s Pov

Babe, get out of bed. Let's get to the hospital for your antenatal,” I shout upstairs to Kylie, my beautiful mate, and Luna. As she groans and rolls over, I can't help but marvel at the strength of the woman I love. We've come so far, especially considering the pain we endured after losing Liam. Now, we're expecting a baby, a symbol of hope and renewal.

We decided to move out of the pack house, drowning in memories of Liam. It was a tough decision, but it became necessary for our healing. We built a new house close to the lake, where Kylie and I shared our first kiss. Initially skeptical about the idea, I now see the wisdom in Kylie's decision. The house turned out better than I could have imagined—a cozy and warm haven that Kylie designed with her innate talent for interior design.

Running upstairs, I find Kylie still in bed. “Come on, baby, it's time for the antenatal. You're about to be late,” I urged her. She pleads for five more minutes, and I oblige, covering her w