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There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment until Charlie asked, “Withyourbaby?”

“No, the fucking Virgin Mary's baby. Yes, of course, it's my child.”

“Dude…that’s awesome!” Micha shouted. “Guys, you won't believe how cute Kennedy’s daughter is. This baby is going to be so freaking adorable!”

My eyebrows rose as I absorbed his response. He was taking it shockingly well.

“I would have told you guys in person, but I need to stay here right now because she's not doing too well.”

“Can we do anything to help?” Charlie asked.

“I can bring groceries again,” Micha chipped in.

“No, I picked up groceries earlier. I just wanted to let you guys know. Given the situation, I think it's best that she meets the rest of the pack sooner rather than later.”

I hadn't admitted it to Kennedy, but I wanted her to like the pack more than anything. I could see her getting along with them easily.

“Is she okay, or is it just normal pregnancy stuff she's going through?” Charlie asked.

“She's told me about her pregnancy with Charlotte, and it sounds like that was pretty brutal, so it seems normal for her. I’m thinking I could bring her to the pack house for lunch tomorrow? Will everyone be there?”

“We’ll both be here. I'm not too sure about Storm. I think he's got a lot going on at the moment. I'll give him a call and tell him he needs to get his ass here,” Charlie said.

“I know this is going to be stressful. It's a huge change for all of us.”

Charlie hummed. “It is and it isn't. Everything I've heard about this Kennedy is good. It's not like she's some random puck bunny that Storm knocked up. If that happened, I would freak out.”

I nodded, even though they couldn't see it. It was actually surprising that Storm’s manwhore ways hadn't caught up with him yet.

“I'll order some decent food,” Charlie said. “Let's not subject the poor pregnant woman to our cooking on the first day here. Is there anything she likes in particular?”

“From what she's told me in the past, her cravings were apples and steak, and she absolutely loves Italian food,” I informed him.

“Okay, that gives us plenty of options. I will be able to come up with some food. Eli, man. I'm excited for you.”

“For us,” I said.

Chapter 20

Kennedy

Well, now I knew why I had been feeling so icky for the last few weeks. The possibility of pregnancy hadn't even crossed my mind. I'd only slept with Elionce, and I was on birth control. With Charlotte, I’d been stupid, because in the haze of lust and alcohol, I hadn't even thought to ask her father if he had a condom.

As much as I adored my daughter, I hadn’t wanted it to happen again, so as soon as she was born, I went on very strong birth control.

Apparently, it wasn't strong enough.

Maybe I should have just asked my doctors to tie my tubes when I gave birth.

Then again, even in the agony of birth, I’d known I wanted more children one day. I just assumed I would be bonded. Settled in a job, instead of working on my master’s.

Was I going to have to give up my studies? I had worked so hard, and I was so close to the end. Simply being pregnant and studying was hard enough. Doing that with a baby who hadn’t even turned one yet felt like an impossible task.

I desperately wanted to believe Eli when he said he would be there for me. Everything he had done until now had shown himto be a sweet and caring alpha. I had no reason to distrust his word. My own past was probably making me overcautious, but I couldn't help that Charlotte’s father had ditched me before I could even tell him about her.

My sleep schedule was only just starting to get back to normal now that Charlotte was a bit older. A new baby would mean more sleepless nights. What if they both went through a sleep regression at the same time? I'd be a walking zombie, and there's no way in hell I'd be able to finish my degree.

All those people that tell you to rest before the baby comes, because you won't be sleeping once they arrive, were liars. The lack of sleep started long before the baby arrived. Getting a good night's rest with what was the equivalent of a beach ball taped to your stomach, that liked to occasionally kick you from the inside, did not make for a good night's sleep.

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