Katrina's POV.
I had been sitting on the sofa in the living room for about 4 hours now, and it was around 2 in the morning, and my mate had yet
I was going to tell him, just not yet, certainly not in that way.
When I saw the tests on the bed, my mind went into panic mode, and I freaked out. I reacted badly, and it made me not want to tell him.
I wasn't mentally ready for children, and I wanted to accept it before I told him, instead of him doubting my ability to be a mother.
especially to his pups.
My knees to my chest and my arms wrapped around myself while I continued to stare at the door. My eyes would keep dropping, the need for sleep overcoming me, but I refused to close them.
I need to make sure he is okay and explain myself.
Over the past 4 hours, I kept scolding myself and
