We stayed in a private room for a couple of days until the doctors ensured our baby's vital signs were good.
Then we went home in four automobile convoys. Alpha Luis wouldn't let anyone hold the baby, other than me. But more often than that, he would carried him for me, seeing that I was still recovering from labor.
Having a baby was a different kind of experience. We had sleepless nights and challenging cries from the baby, but it was all rewarded by his smiles and laughter.
"We're going to name him Luim," he said.
"I love that."
After days of spending time with just the three of us in the mansion to take care for our baby, Alpha Luis went back to work and focused on the pack.
I was in the garden, not with sketches or a watering can, but with my baby Luim in a stroller, humming him a melody.
It was a peaceful day, or so I thought. In a blink of an eye, a strange hand covered my nose and mouth with a handkerchief that smelled awful. I resisted, but the person circled his arms around my torso to prevent me from escaping.
No! I need to get out of here. My baby is in danger!
