Damien placed a bowl of caramel chocolate in front of me, his eyes widening with a smile when he saw just how captivated I was by it.
"I thought you'll reject it, or worst, throw it away" He chuckled.
"Why would I do that?"
He shrugged. "Dunno. Lately, you've been eating weird things and leaving all the good stuffs for me"
"That's because I'm eight months pregnant. And whose fault is that?" I ask, feeling my body playing all kinds of weird jokes on me. Damien did not say a word as he returned to the cabinet, got out a fruit blender and set it on the counter.
"I'm going to make you a health smoothie right now" He says proudly.
"You can't cook. Don't make a mess in here." I said with a sly smile. His eyes twinkled with laughter.
"It's just blending. I'm definitely not lighting up the stove"