Part 2
Two months later.
White Eagle's Pack—Morning
Linnea's POV
I forced my eyes open the moment I felt cold liquid on me. What is that? Looking around the room, I found Madison staring down at me, a bucket of water in her grip.
"It's 6:08 a.m. Why are you still asleep? Get your lazy ass up," she groaned. I immediately rose from the bed.
She placed her hand on her bump and smiled. "My baby is growing beautifully, don't you think?" She looked at me.
"Hmm, yes, he is," I murmured.
"Who do you think he'll take after? Thatcher, Julian, or Logan?"
"I... I don't know," I whispered.
"You know I hate hearing that," she frowned. "This is your last warning."
"Now, who do you think my baby will take after?" She turned her gaze back to her tiny bump.
I gulped and opened my mouth. "I think... Logan?"
"Logan?" She huffed. "Why do you say that?"
"I'm not sure; I just took a guess."
"So you don't think the baby will resemble Thatcher? Or even Julian?"
"She will. He will."