Tara’s POV
I come awake slowly, and look around me. It appears to be late in the afternoon. I am fully dressed, and lying on top of the quilt. And I’m all alone. Wait! Where are my pups? I’m sure the last thing I recall doing was singing to Arthur and Colin in here, after their last feeding.
I glance over the side of the bed. They haven’t rolled off the bed, then. Someone must have come in and taken them somewhere else. I use the restroom and splash some water on my face, then slip on some shoes and make my way slowly towards the nursery, cursing whomever thought it was a good idea to put the nursery so far from the Queen Luna suite. It’s rather inconvenient to care for the pups while I’m still recovering from their birth, and the nursery with all their things is down the ma
