Chapter 273 – Playing Fetch

• I moan softly as I put the puppy on the grass and wait for him to do a little business, breathing sharply through the short contraction. I assess myself quietly, remembering what I’ve read online and in the baby books Natalia bought me – that I’m only really in trouble when I can’t talk or breathe through the contractions anymore.
• And while I didn’t walk or breathe, instead standing quietly next to the puppy, I’m pretty confident that I could do both. Bolstered with this knowledge, I cheer for the puppy as he finishes up, congratulating him heartily on being clever enough to go to the bathroom outside.
• I don’t bother to pick him up then, and he cheerfully gambols at my side as we go back into the house.