Sally
After coming home and tending to Gwyneth, I must have fallen asleep because I was now experiencing a strange dream. Ryan is in it, and we had children?
“How is my lovely mate feeling today?” Ryan asks an older and very pregnant version of myself walking beside him in a snowy field. There are kids in the background. Ours? I’m not sure, but I have a feeling they are. This is so weird. I’m watching them all as an invisible bystander, staring when I hear the older me cackle.
“I could be better...gosh, the first trimester is the worst, which is like...the two first weeks of a werewolf’s pregnancy. I’m so nauseous.”
Ryan chuckles. “You’re going to have triplets this time, too, so that might be why you’re having symptoms from hell,” his face softens, and I watch him grab the other me’s
