Tiffany Smith heard the crash that led her to Thaddeus Grey. Everything about it was wrong. Thaddeus was in the driver's seat and the person in the passenger's eat was his boyfriend. How could they possibly be mates?
There has always been one thing...
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Can You Hold Me, NF
T I F F A N Y
"This couldn't wait till tomorrow?" Carabella groans.
"No, Tate needs me," I say. "His dad died."
"Oh," Carabella says plainly.
"You didn't know?" I ask.
"If I had a vision of any sort for this, I don't know. It's hard to keep track of them all," she says.
"Tate is going to need me as I am. He deserves to know he's going to be a father. I want to be able to console him about his dad."
"I get that," Carabella confirms. "Are you ready?"
I sigh loudly. "Yes."
"Then, let's get this show on the road."
~*~
The pack-house comes into view. My pulse increases. My wolf whimpers.
We'll be okay, I say to myself.
Carabella parks up in front of the park-house. We both climb out of the car and go to the back to retrieve my belongings. We make our way inside the pack-house. I see a sudden blur and then Samantha in front of me. She's beaming, full-on wide grin.
"Hey, you're back!" She hugs me.
I hug her. She pulls back, touching my swollen belly.
"Oh my gosh, I'm going to be a grandma," she squeals.
From the corner of my eye, I see Carabella rolls her eyes at her.
"Don't think I didn't see that, Bella," Samantha says, while still looking at me.
"Okay, auntie," Carabella smirks.
Samantha pursues her lips. "I'll be talking to your mother."
Carabella bursts out laughing. "I love you too."
"Clearly, not enough," Samantha mutters.
I look between them both, trying to hold in a laugh. This happens everytime. Every-single-freaking-time.
"I'd like to go see Tate," I interrupt their feud.
Samantha returns her attention to me.
"Get settled in. He's not back yet," she says.
Carabella sees to it to help me take my things to my bedroom. I take a bath while I wait for Tate to get home. I dress in a white flowy dress. Perfect for the spring weather. It's long with long sleeves.
I find Carabella sitting on my bed when I walk out out of the bedroom. She looks at me, but her eyes are faded out to white.
"I'm sorry," she whimpers. Tears fall out of her eyes.
