"Thank you," Liam had told me sincerely after he held Riam in his arms. I don't think I'd ever loved anyone more in that moment, and my heart felt near combustion as Riam grew and took his first steps. I devoted most of my time to art, Liam, and our son while our pack continued to change in dynamics.
Though Riam's first year of life was likely one of the most fulfilling, it was also difficult when Stella suffered her first miscarriage.
I'd been there when it occurred, as I was in the kitchen watching Riam clank toy trucks together and giggle as though it was possibly the most comical thing to occur. Stella had been silently watching, slumped over the counter she informed me that she hadn't been feeling good earlier that morning.
"That time of the month?" I inquired, as Stella informed me that she'd been dealing with cramps all morning to no avail.