I gazed in disbelief at the image on my smartphone. My partner, Alpha Zane, was on his knees, tenderly kissing Linda's pregnant belly. The description read: "He'll make an excellent father." I shouldn't have been surprised, given recent events, but I was. I responded to the post with a thumbs-up emoji. The next photo showed Zane standing behind her, his arms wrapped protectively around her swollen abdomen, beaming with joy and contentment. I glanced at the pregnancy test results beside me on the bed. After feeling unusual, I'd visited the pack medical center and confirmed my pregnancy. Following years of