Phoebe's POV
I wasn't thrilled about this particular rule. Since my pregnancy was still in its earliest stages, nobody could tell yet. My scent hadn't shifted either, which would've been a dead giveaway to anyone with a decent nose.
It wasn't that I wanted to keep it secret, but everything felt so messy right now.
Besides, I needed to tell Perry before anyone else found out. Well, Marcela already knew, but she didn't count—she was a healer, after all.
While my food was being prepared, I climbed the stairs to the master bedroom on the second floor. I collapsed onto the bed and found myself staring blankly at the ceiling.
My hand drifted to my still-flat belly as I tried to picture what my baby might look like. I hoped they'd take after Perry—having a gorgeous baby like him would be amazing. I never thought much of my own looks, honestly. I avoided mirrors most of the time because I hated seeing my reflection staring back.
