Chapter Twenty-Two-Anna

The days melt into one another as the weekend passes. Nico’s been home the whole time, but I know this little slice of heaven will soon pass.

He’s far too busy to play hooky for very long. And I get that. But I don’t want to go back to being bored.

“What’s going on?” he asks, looking up from the banana-blueberry-cinnamon pancake batter he’s working on.

I woke up with a craving, and my awesome husband loves to feed me. It’s a win-win, really.

“I was just thinking, you know, I've never not worked.”

“You mean at the bakery?”

“I mean, in general. I always had something going on, school, projects, clubs, the bakery. Anyway, it's weird for me, not working.”

“Um, Rosebud, I hate to point out the obvious, but you're growing a tiny human inside of you. I’d say that's plenty of work,” he counters.