TWENTY FIVE

Alisha

The next morning luckily seemed to start off well. I didn’t find myself puking my guts out in the bathroom sink that is. It was as if the moon goddess took it upon herself to grant me a book for which I was ever thankful.

As I showered, my hand would constantly brush over the small bump my stomach had. And every single time I would feel warmth. Simon had mentioned to me after I had been found to be pregnant, that sometimes pregnant werewolves were able to communicate to their unborn babies and vice verse. So feeling the warmth everytime I focused attention on my smaller baby bump was like an affirmation that things were going so well for me. I was such in a good mood that I even began to whistle as I dried my hair.

But then the dreaded moment came. I couldn’t find anything suitable to wear. And just like that the day began to turn sour for me.

I discarded the second shirt which I had loved to wear. It was too casual. I frowned at the next dress I put on. Too formal. And I just