~Celine~Walking into the kitchen, I met Martina preparing breakfast, and when she saw me, her countenance dropped. “Celine, I’ve always told you not to come in here when I’m cooking. It’s dangerous.” She muttered, removing the pot mitt from her hands. “C’mon, Martina. I’m pregnant, not sick.” I answered with a smile as she squatted in front of me, staring at my protruding baby bump. “Good morning, Angel. How are you today?” She spoke to my belly, and I chuckled. I wasn’t surprised because she kept doing it every morning since she saw my bump. Ever since Alpha Jovan and the pack returned to New Orleans and Martina asked that she and one other Beta stay back to protect us, we have grown even closer. I must confess, she is the best female friend I have ever met. “I can’t wait to start feeling his little kicks.” She uttered, raising her head to look at me. “His?” I asked with furrowed brows. “You don’t even know if it’s a girl,” I added. “Oh, please. I want it to be a boy, so I
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