Chapter 42
“Carlie is so cute!” Kalea squealed as the infant began crawling toward her.
“I think she’s more interested in the fact that you’re in a bubble,” Allie teased.
“Hey, I volunteered for the bubble. If Carlie wants to treat me like a giant toy, who am I to stop her?” Kalea shrugged. After her recent run‑in with the chickenpox virus, she didn’t want to risk exposing either infant—even though her pack doctor had officially cleared her.
Sarah and Margot were deeply grateful that Kalea had the foresight to request a protective bubble around herself, just to be safe. Some thought it was a little overkill, but Kalea insisted it was better to be safe than sorry.
“I wish I could hold her,” Kalea pouted. She absolutely adored children and babies, and it was killing her not to be able t
