I sighed happily as Cy slept on his side on my chest, my hand resting on his waist. It was nearing the end of his last month and he was due any day now. It'd been quiet from both Tyler and the, now fully healed, Sarah. She hadn't even wandered to our pack to pass the time. Thank The Mother. Cy's tummy was the size of a blue ribbon watermelon and it'd become a hassle for him to walk most distances. Though I rarely let him walk anywhere these days. His mood swings had also been a bit more...noticeable. As long as I was there, though, he was fine. He...