OLIVIA’S POV.
Now on the dinning table where Zoe and I sat gisting and eating.
She suddenly remembered she had an alcoholic wine somewhere in the house and according to her, it was the perfect time for us to take some.
There was no way I was going have that—I literally had a baby in my stomach!
The last time I literally checked it was not safe for a pregnant woman to consume any type of alcohol but sadly for me, I couldn’t just Jessica I was pregnant yet.
“Uhm, I’m not in the mood.”
She looked up at me and chuckled—I knew the next thing that was about to escape from her lips, she was going to argue with me and as usual force me to have her way. Typical classic Jessica.
I still tried to convince not to force me take some, “my head is also banging.”
She turned deaf ears to what I spo
