I felt Tala start to squirm around early in the morning. I let out a small groan and look down at her. Her eyes open slowly and she let out a squeak as she stretches her tiny arms. She rubs her eyes and looks at Sophia then looks at me. She saw that I was awake and smiled and waved at me.

"Are you hungry?" I ask her. I was trying to distract her from waking up Sophia. I wanted her to get some more rest since it was only 9.

She nods and I let out a small sigh. I got up and she stands up on the bed and climbs into my arms. I rest her on my hip and she wraps her arms around my neck.

"Before I make breakfast, we have to get ready," I told her. She nodded and I carry her into the bathroom. "Do you know where you step stool is?"

She nods and I set her down. She closes the door that leads to the bedroom and opens the bathroom closet door and points to her wooden step stool.

I put out the step stool in front of Sophia's sink and she climbs onto it and grabs her toothbrush out of the glass cup and puts her toothpaste on it and starts brushing her teeth.

I hold my hands on either side of her just in case she were to fall. She washes the rest of the toothpaste off of her toothbrush and rinsed her mouth. I carry her to the towels and she wipes her mouth.

"Are you ready to go choose your clothes?" I ask her. She nods and I off the bathroom light and carry her into our closet. I set her on the floor and she goes through her clothes that hung on the lowest rod nearest to the floor. She picks out a yellow dress with different colored flowers on the skirt.

"Do you need help changing?" I ask her. She shakes her head and she starts to take her pajamas off.

"I've got it," she told me. She finished changing and she grabs her Velcro shoes and puts them on. She hold her arms up at me and I carry her.

We carefully make our way out of the room, making sure Sophia doesn't wake up.

I let out a yawn and stretch my arms out above my head. My knuckles hit the headboard and I let out a string of curses under my breath. I quickly cover my mouth remembering Tala was in the room.

I look down and realized that she had disappeared. So had Titus. Their scent lingered in the room but it wasn't fresh. I let out a sigh of relief and sit up on the bed.

The curtains were drawn open and the sunlight was beaming down on our room. The smell of eggs, cinnamon, and butter filled our room. I grabbed my jacket of the closet door and slip into it before I walk outside.

I see Tala siting on the bar stool patiently waiting, swinging her feet back and forth. I see Titus cooking shirtless, quietly whistling to himself. He turns around and see him but I signal for him to be quiet. I creep up behind Tala while she still watched Titus.

I yelled and tickled her and she let out a little squeal and jumps into my arms.

"Momma you're awake," she smiles. I was still not used to her calling me momma but I would have to get use to it since our baby girl is on the way. Which reminded me that Tala still doesn't know.

"Tala?" I ask her. She nods and I take a deep breath before starting. I look up at Titus and he looked a bit confused.

"What do you think about getting a baby sister?" I ask her. She takes a second to answer and my heart pounded faster.

"I would love that," she squeals.

"I could play with my dolls with her and we could play dress up and we can go play with the other people and we can make cookies and brownies and cupcakes and...," she rambled. I let out a small sigh of relief. Titus lets out a small chuckle as she continued listing things she could do.

Later, I needed to talk to Titus about names because I hate referring to the baby as her, it, she, the baby and so on. I want to give her a label, an identity.

I put her back down on the bar stool as she kept talking to herself and walked over to Titus.

"Hi," I whisper to him. I leaned my back onto the counter. He puts his hands down on either side of me and stares into my eyes.

My breath hitched as I felt his breathing on my neck. No matter how long we're together, I would never get used to him doing this. It'll always have the same effect on me every single time. He moved his lips onto mine and deepened the kiss. I move away from the kiss and leave our foreheads touching.

"Tala is behind us," I whisper to him. He let out a small sigh and I suddenly smelt a burning smell. "And I think whatever you were cooking is burnt."

He turns around and lets out a curse. I slap his back and point to Tala. I see black smoke come off of whatever he was cooking. He groans and offed the fire and dumped the burnt thing in the trash.

"What were you making?" I ask him. He puts the pan in the sink and rinsed it in water.

"Well I was attempting to make French Toast but then you distracted me," he started to blame me. "I'm sorry Tala you'll have to wait a few more minutes."

Tala didn't seem to mind that she had to wait longer for her food though. I think she was still caught up in the idea of a sister.

"Don't blame all of this on me. It's not my fault you couldn't help yourself. I had to control my wolf after she saw you shirtless," I shrugged. I walked to the fridge and grabbed a few eggs, milk, and butter out of the fridge.

"You has to control yourself after looking at me," he said cockily. I roll my eyes and set the things on the counter.

"At least I did control myself," I shoved in his face. I grabbed the bag of bread out of the bread box and cinnamon from the pan of spices. I grabbed some vanilla extract out of pantry and grabbed a bowl and a plate out of the cupboard and measuring spoons and cups out of the drawer.

"I was supposed to cook for you and Tala," Titus grumbled to me. I cracked three eggs into a bowl and miked in 2/3 cups or milk and a teaspoon of vanilla extract, and a 1/4 teaspoon of cinnamon in the bowl.

I looked up at Tala and see Titus playing with her. He brought her dolls out and started playing with them with her. I smile at the site of them and go back to making the French toast.

I whisk the bowl of ingredients together until they were fully mixed. I grabbed the bag of bread and took 6 slices of bread out. Two for me one for Tala and three for Titus. Knowing him, he'll eat a lot.

I heard their distant talking while I hummed a song my mom used to sing to me when I was little. I still need to talk to her about how I'm not her biological daughter. I also need to apologize to James.

I take a pan and butter it and put it on the stove. I take two slices of bread and soak them in the bowl of mixed ingredients. I place them in the pan and turn the heat on. I grab a spatula and press down on the bread hearing a light sizzle.

As I continue to fry each side of the bread, I smell the two familiar scents approach our house. I look up at Titus and he smelled it too.

"I told them today we were going to spend the whole day together," he growled. I rolled my eyes and heard the front door open.

"It's fine. I don't mind," I said. I heard their indistinct talking from down the hall as I continued to make breakfast. Tala let our a gasp and quickly climbed down the stool.

"Jacob," she yelled and ran into the hallway. I heard her let out a laugh. I smiled to myself and put the two golden French Toast on a plate. I moved one to another and let it wait for the other two pieces of toast for Titus.

"You know I'm not making you two breakfast," I said as I saw them approach the kitchen from the side of my eye. "Because apparently, you all went invited."

"Don't worry we already ate," Brody said. Jacob carried Tala on her back as she let out giggles as he spam her around. I take the powdered sugar out and syrup out of the pantry. I take a box of strawberries and blueberries out of the fridge and rinse them.

I slice the strawberries while Titus, Brody, and Jacob talked. I arrange some slices of fruit around the toast and pour maple syrup on top. I take a spoon out of the drawer and sprinkle it on top. I slice the toast into little squares and place a fork on the plate.

"Make sure she doesn't poke herself," I whisper to Jacob as I pass the plate to Tala. He nods and she smiles as she sees her food.

"Tala what do you want to drink?" I ask her.

"Can I have apple juice please?" She responds. I grab the bottle of apple juice and pour some into her plastic cup and give it to her.

"I'm offended Sophia you didn't offer me any drinks," Brody scoffed. I rolled my eyes and shut the fridge.

"I don't need to offer you. You'll probably just get your own drink," I said starting on Titus breakfast.

When I was finished with everyone's, I let out a groan as I sat down on the bar stool. Tala has already finished and was off playing with Jacob and Titus was almost finished.

"Hey Soph," Brody started. I hummed in acknowledgement. "You remember when you first came here and was pissed at Titus and he sent me to check on you."

"And I scared you and tackled you to the floor. Yes I remember that," I laugh thinking of the memory.

"Well if I remember correctly, you still owe me that rematch," he said.

"Well you'll have to wait a bit longer after the baby is out," I laugh. And if I ever make my way out and away from the rouges.

"I'll be waiting still," he smiles.

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