Lenore
“Yes, you are. I can feel him,” Torben states while clasping my hand.
I take a deep breath to ponder what he is saying, “How do you know that I am pregnant before I know?”
He lets go of my hand and moves it to my belly, “Didn’t your father ever teach you that male werewolves detect the presence of their offspring before the females?”
“I, uh,” I stutter, “I guess I forgot. I took a test that said negative, and I don’t feel any different,” I say quickly.
Torben strokes my belly, “It’s still early yet. I would say you are only a week along,” He smiles at me. “But I can feel him in there.”
I clasp his hand, “And you are sure that he is a he?”
“Of course,” Torben smirks. “The first one is always a he.”
I lay down on the bed beside him and stroked his bare chest.
“Are you happy?
