Authors: Meg Jolie
“I feel like I’d like to get married before I’m as big as a house,” she mumbled around a smile.
“You won’t be as big as a house,” he chided. “You’ll be perfect and beautiful. Just like you always are.”
Her eyes wandered toward her new picnic basket and her stomach rumbled. “Do you know what else I am? Starving. The two of us are
starving
.”
“That’s my boy,” he said as he reached forward and gave her tummy a pat.