'Marsha, I'm not even pregnant yet,' Seraphine argued inside her head, desperately trying to keep her cool even after everything that had gone down.
But her wolf was practically bouncing with excitement, way more hyped up than before. 'Your fancy medical knowledge doesn't mean squat when it comes to what you're carrying now. This is the most amazing thing ever!'
The sheer joy pouring out of Marsha's voice was impossible to ignore, hitting Seraphine like a wave of pure sunshine mixed with a little bit of crazy.
Voren studied her face super closely, catching every tiny change in her expression. His eyebrows shot up in curiosity. "Is Marsha telling you something right now?"
Seraphine met his gaze and gave a little nod, letting out a soft sigh. "She's losing it as usual. Now she's dead set on the idea that I'm pregnant."
"My dad says the exact same thing, baby."
