Jameson
As the pregnancy progressed, Savannah’s feistiness returned, and I couldn’t have been happier about it. Maybe it was the hormones, maybe it was her being protective, but nobody could look at us without a smile or Savannah would nearly rip their heads off.
Luckily, everybody in our pack knew not to take offense or retaliate against Savannah, so her occasional outbursts didn’t start unnecessary problems. It also helped that it wasn’t often our pack members walked around with anything but a smile on their face.
Whenever we were at home, which was most of the time, Savannah would sit around, rubbing her pup bump. That little bump got bigger as the days passed, then our little one started kicking at her hands whenever we touched her belly. Savannah loved to feel those little kick
