Once everyone's seated again, Allen wipes her nose with the back of her hand and then takes a deep breath. "My heat is coming," she blurts.

Damon whips his head up to look at her, eyes wide. Allen looks right back with an apologetic look on her face, wishing she hadn't said that without telling her mate first.

Jenny gasps, holding her hand to her heart. She gets up again so she can scurry to the other side of the table and hug her daughter, kissing her cheek. "Oh, Allen, baby, it's ok, we are not pressuring you for pups; you guys can take your time," she exclaims, becoming the...