I woke up the next morning to Mia retching in the bathroom. I sigh and climb out of bed and head to the bathroom. She is leaning over the toilet on all fours actively throwing up. I sigh and grab a washcloth from the linen closet and dampen it for her. “Thank you,” she says as I hand it to her.
“You’re welcome, baby girl. Are you ready for tonight?” I kiss her forehead as she flushes the toilet and I help her to her feet.
“Yeah… I’m also ready for these two pups to be born. How much longer do I have?” She looks at me in pure misery.
“At least ten more weeks from what everybody is saying. They say a full term werewolf pregnancy is twenty-two to twenty-four weeks and you are only at twelve weeks.” I walk her over to the vanity and start brushing her hair while she brushes her teeth. “I
