Overwhelming attention

Ava grabbed her phone and dialed his number. It barely rang twice before he picked up.

"Hello," Dylan answered, his voice rich with warmth and unmistakable affection.

She didn't bother with pleasantries. "You sent the driver again," she accused, her tone sharp. "You already sent him with a fruit salad this morning and now with soup."

Dylan remained unfazed. "You left early," he reminded her calmly. "You barely had breakfast. So, I sent the fruit salad. And now, it's still an hour before lunch. The baby must be hungry, and I thought soup would be a good choice."

There was a pause before he added with deliberate sweetness, "Did you like it? I specifically asked Martha to make that for you."

"Dylan, I come to work to actually work, not to eat all day," she hissed, lowering her voice in irritation. "If I feel hungry, I can grab something from the canteen."