chapter 163

Kat POV My h.i.ps hurt, my stomach hurt, everything hurt as my body stretched while I rocked like an old lady trying to heave myself from the couch as Mateo called out to me. Getting to my feet, I started climbing the steps. We needed a lift. My fat a.s.s was not made for stairs as I waddled up them. “Hun?” Mateo sings out again. “I’m coming hold your horses” I tell him, climbing the next set of steps. I was shocked he was calling me up, the last week he rarely let me on the third level and we had been sleeping in the guest rooms downstairs, partly because I was too tired to climb the stairs all the time but mainly because upstairs sounded like a demolition was going on and Mateo was always doing something up there and Ezra would help when he was done with pack business. Getting to the top. I grip the bannister panting like a heffer as I try to catch my breath. I was huge. I had just under a month left but I looked way past full term with the twins. I resembled more of a beach ball wit