Kian

Five days had passed since I discovered Nara was pregnant. My mind is unfocused, consumed by thoughts of her and our pup. I catch glimpses of her around the packhouse, but she is avoiding me like I carry the plague.

I stare out the window, thoughts of my unborn child flooding my mind once again. Will I be a good father? What will it be like?

My gaze shifts to a father and son playing. I can’t help but wonder, 'Will I have that with my child?' Will my butterfly ever let me? Right now, she hates me, and she has every right. She thinks I'm considering letting Stella...