"I know," I answer. I bring his hand to my lips, smiling when he squeezes my fingers.
We both look up when the veterinarian steps into the office. He's half-smiling, almost as if he's hiding a secret. "Well," he begins, "How do you two feel about being grandparents?"
Edward tilts his head, his expression mirroring my confusion.
The vet's smile becomes full-blown. "Freya's carrying a litter," he explains before his face falls. "If you want, we can abort and-"
"No."
Edward and I speak as one, exchanging a smile.
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Yay! They're going to be granddaddies.
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