Travis
Sipping on my drink, I watched my mate dig into a jar of pickles, happily licking her fingers as she ate them. Each time she popped one of them into her mouth, she closed her eyes and wiggled her body happily. She was really enjoying them. I winced. I guess I would never understand pregnancy cravings or mood swings. I had made the mistake of commenting on her eating pickles once - never again would I do that.
She could eat whatever she wanted. I wouldn't care as long as it didn't harm her or the baby. Especially if it meant that the food made her happy.
They estimated her due date was rapidly approaching. There were only a few weeks left. Though I had no problem with her giving birth in the Lycan kingdom, I had hoped we could win the battle against the traitors and save our hom
