MILA'S POV
“I have a son, Mila. A beautiful boy.” Randy said for the hundredth time just this morning and as much as I hated to admit it, it made me sick to my stomach. Ever since we ran into his old love and his son, they were all he talked about and I was rapidly approaching my limit.
Finding my mate had been the best thing to happen to me and it had been even more blissful when we had ended up madly in love with each other. The moon goddess had specially picked us to be together, I was certain. And Now, I was happily married to my mate and we were expecting our first child.
But amidst all these exciting things, I couldn't summon up any form of excitement. My brain was working overtime, trying to find a way around our current predicament but Randy was barely holding back his own excit
