Whatever You Think, It Comes

Why is she running so fast?"

Damien Sterling turned, his face set in a frown. "Don't you know pregnant women shouldn't exert themselves like this?"

Exertion? Had she sprinted a hundred meters, lifted weights, or completed a Thomas Flair? What exactly did he mean by exertion? The man was certainly exaggerating.

"Here, take this! And you're blaming me, even though you were the one walking so fast," she retorted.

Damien took the tiger-skin pancake from Emma Hart's hands. 

Seeing the sheer joy on her face as she looked at the pancake, eyes practically shining, made Damien wonder, could it really be that delicious?

Emma bit into one, exclaiming, "Wow, this is so tasty! Just like the old days!"

Observing Damien's slow reaction, Emma reached out to try one of his, "Let me see if the chestnut one tastes the same."