I was doing my best to not let Kyle see how much all of this shit was affecting me. And this had nothing to do with the way the baby had been born. Yeah, OK, Maya was born at home with only the two of us here. So what, that shit used to be normal. We were going to register her birth like anyone else would. Well, actually Deek was going to take care of that for us. He truly was a good friend, and I had missed him a lot over all of those years since he left the pack.
The real issue that was getting to me, the real reason why I was borderline panicking, was the fact that I wasn't making milk for my baby to drink. Isn't that supposed to be what any other woman did when they delivered?
