Chapter 132: Madison

Savannah and I enjoy an evening like we often shared in high school. We sleep on the living room floor, having enjoyed pizza, breadsticks, and copious amounts of chocolate chip cookie dough before baking cookies and watching several movies.

Sounds of Savannah moving around the house wake me the next morning. “What should we have for breakfast?” she asks from the kitchen, her elbows leaning on the countertop.

I bite my lower lip, my eyes looking to the ceiling as I attempt to diagnose what my stomach’s in the mood for.

“I started a pot of coffee,” Savannah says.

“Um…” I walk towards her, trying to choose my words wisely. “Pregnant women are encouraged to avoid caffeine.” I purse my lips to the side, waiting for her arguments.

“Duh,” she says like a petulant teen. “Since I can’t drink it, I make it for the smell.”

“Hopefully you won’t have morning sickness where the smell of coffee roils your stomach,” I state. “I’m going to fix toast. Do you want some?”