She shook her head, 'No, ice cream's fine. Although some arsenic for Sam wouldn't be a bad idea. Sorry for screwing up your plans.'
Madison sighed and rubbed a sore spot on her belly. She wished that she could blame this on her pregnancy and if anything, Barbara could, especially since she didn't know just how much of her was really wolf-like and Madison didn't really know either, except that there weren't any of the normal pregnancy mood swings or sickness that people normally associate with pregnancy.