“Congrats, Gemma. You're three days pregnant with a son. The sexes of the fetus would be determined after three weeks.”
I didn't even wait for her to finish when I jumped up and hung on Louis's neck. We got the copies of the scan from the doctor. Our joy knew no bounds. After leaving the clinic, we moved straight ahead into planning for the next goal. Our wedding.
“It's gonna be a private mating ceremony. Not many people will be invited, only relatives and close friends in the pack.”
“Yeah,” I accepted. “What matters most is the money to cater for ourselves when we eventually settle as mates.” I said gladly. I was ready to share all I have with him. I wanted to make him forget about the pains my dad has caused him.
“We should even have a joint account against our forthcoming wedding,” he suggested. “As a couple, we ought to share everything, you can bring all your savings together with mine.”
“It's time we stop having separate accounts.” He further added and I nodded with a smile, my eyes full of trust for him.