#Chapter 273 – Playing Fetch

I moan softly as I put the puppy on the grass and wait for him to do a little business, breathing sharply through the short contraction. I assess myself quietly, remembering what I’ve read online and in the baby books Natalia bought me – that I’m only really in trouble when I can’t talk or breathe through the contractions anymore. And while I didn’t walk or breathe, instead standing quietly next to the puppy, I’m pretty confident that I could do both. Bolstered with this knowledge, I cheer for the puppy as he finishes up, congratulating him heartily on being clever enough to go to the bathroom outside. I don’t bother to pick him up then, and he cheerfully gambols at my side as we go back into the house. When I go in I’m unsurprised to see a sleepy Daniel and Gio standing with Kent at the coffee machine, Jerome sitting quietly at the kitchen island. As I take them in, I have to suppress a grin at my collection of big tough men, quite pleased to have them on my side. Kent takes a mom