#Chapter 278 – Just Like Old Times

Sinclair “Hey baby!” I say cheerfully to Sinclair as he appears in the doorway to our room late that night, leaning against the frame and smiling tiredly at me. “Do you want some pizza?” I hold up the greasy square box perched on the edge of my nest. “There’s only half a slice left but…” I shrug, “it’s really good.” “No, Ella,” he replies, laughing and coming into the room, sitting on the edge of the bed. “That’s your cold, hours-old pizza. You keep that for you.” “Right answer,” I murmur, snapping the box closed, pleased. I was saving that half-slice for my inevitable midnight craving, when I knew I’d be starving for it. “Is it normal?” I ask suddenly, turning my head to Sinclair. “To be this hungry in a werewolf pregnancy?” He nods, smiling at me and laying down to bring his face closer to my stomach, placing a warm hand on it and saying hello to our pup through the bond. “Yes, it’s normal,” he says, looking back up at me. “There’s a notable uptick in feeding habits i