Dusk was beginning to fall. You sit in your chair and stare longingly out the window, waiting for your favorite alpha to come home from work. You have your legs tucked up against you, sitting in your cozy pajamas and plaid over your legs, stroking your pregnant belly. You are already 15 weeks pregnant.

Looking out the panoramic window of your huge mansion, you finally noticed your husband's car pull up. The front door on the first floor opened and Scaramouche entered the house.