Damon:
I made Ivy some coffee after the doctor left; I knew I would likely find her in the books again where I left her, so imagine my surprise to see her sitting on the couch with her head leaned back, facing the ceiling with a look of utter exhaustion on her face.
She looked so tired, so defeated.
“Come here.” I pulled her into my lap, laid her head on my chest, and started rubbing her back.
“God, that feels so good.” She hummed, making me laugh.
“I’m sure it does. Did you see how much she had grown since your last appointment?” I was still in shock that she had gotten so much bigger. Other than calling her a hybrid, I had no species to label my daughter, no way of knowing how long her gestational period would be or when she would truly come. Our months had dwindled to mere weeks,
