Catalina’s POV
When our plane landed Murphy was there to pick us up from the airport and drive us home.
“Where’s Rachel?” I ask him as we’re driving to the pack house.
“Oh, well she goes to bed at like 7:30 these days. Our little fetus is wearing her out.”
“Murph, you know Rachel doesn’t like it when you call the baby a fetus.” Andrew says to him with a look.
“That’s literally what it is.” Murphy says in response. I chuckle to myself. I’m so excited to see Rachel and finally tell her about my own pregnancy, but I guess I’ll have to wait and tell her tomorrow.
We arrive at the pack house and I’m feeling exhausted. I go to grab my bag out of the trunk when Andrew reaches in front and grabs it first.
“I got it babe.” He says with a smile.
“Thanks ba-“ my yawn interrupts me.
“We
