The evening breeze brushed gently against her as Lethia stood in front of the mall entrance.
Renar had told her to wait at the lobby since the parking lot was quite far.
Her eyes caught sight of an empty bench where the valets usually waited, and she dragged her aching feet toward it, letting herself slump onto the seat.
She hadn't expected that just an hour of shopping would make her body crave a full massage.
Doctor Rue had mentioned earlier that her pup's heavy energy would start draining her own, making her tire easily.
Still, she hadn't thought that a body used to working all day at the ranch—milking cows, making cheese—would fall apart this quickly just because she was pregnant.
She frowned and blinked with a rising anxiety, wondering how she would survive the upcoming physical test if her body was this fragile.
Lethia pouted, glancing down at her hand clutching a paper bag, the one holding the marble cake Renar had bought for her.
