ZIRA

I had to be dreaming. It was the only thing that came to mind as I looked at myself in the mirror. I wore my warrior's uniform that fit perfectly like I was never pregnant. I completed the Hunter Trails, beating my high score. There was a celebration with a table full of all kinds of food. My own personal buffet. I couldn't wait to dig in until the scent of something more delicious hit my nose. Hot cinnamon rolls. The smell alone brought me out of my dream as I began to open my eyes.

"Don't you dare," I growled, staring at Isabella.

She had a finger on...