2 years later
I run my fingers through my hair as I stare at my tear stained reflection. My mind races as I try to calm my erratic heart, but my eyes keep glancing down at those two tiny pink lines. It's like they're taunting me.
I wish I could feel happiness. Truthfully, I wish I could feel anything other than terrified. I've barely found out I am pregnant and I am already a terrible mother.
What chance will this child have with me as a mother? I am not ready to raise a child! Look at Liam. The last two years have showed me that I wasn't doing as well on my own with him as I thought. He needed stability and I needed support. Without Colton and the pack, I don't want to think of where we would be.
"Kitten?" Colton calls from the room.
I throw the test in the trash, and splash some wat
