Next morning…
Bella stirred awake, her lashes fluttering as she sat up with a big yawn, her hair a messy halo around her face. She rubbed her eyes and sat there for a few minutes, debating if she should crawl back under the blanket. Sleep still tugged at her, and half-dreaming, she reached her hand out lazily, patting the sheets in search of her Snowball.
But her fingers met nothing but cool fabric.
"Huh?" Bella blinked groggily, sitting up straighter, her eyes darting around the bed. No Snowball. No Moonbeam. No berry.
Her eyes went wide. "W-what??" she gasped, scanning the room in panic. Finally, she spotted them—every single one of her babies piled unceremoniously on the couch like abandoned potatoes.
She clutched her chest dramatically. I didn't put them there…!
