ROXIE
A YEAR LATER
I lean back on the couch and quickly place the bowl of strawberries on my ever-growing bump and settle in to watch the movie that Harlow picked out.
I watched as our daughter climbed into Lex’s lap and snuggled in to watch her favorite princess, Rapunzel.
I smiled.
Even though we didn’t know what Harlow was, I knew deep down our first pup would be a girl. There was a bet going on within the pack, what the s*x of the baby was, and I won the entire stake.
The moment Harlow was born, she was a Daddy’s girl. Well, that would be all the men in our lives actually, especially her grandfathers. She has Lex’s wrapped around her little fingers before she could do anything.
Lex has been fantastic as a father and as an alpha, too; he wakes up early for training and then heads
