*Isla*
“Your son?” my mom repeats. “Isla, what in the world are you speaking about?” Her face is even paler than Ben’s as she stares up at me.
I have to think carefully about how to answer that question because Maddox probably doesn’t want the entire kingdom to know our business just yet, but Ben knows, and if he knows, it’s only a matter of time until my parents know.
Besides, I’ve never been one to keep information from my parents–unlike them. They are, apparently, very used to keeping information from me and my siblings.
Until recently, when I became a breeder, I didn’t keep anything from them at all.
With one hand still hovering over my abdomen, I begin to try and explain the situation to them. I want to call out to Maddox and ask him to come and be here with me when I tell my par
