Emma's Pov
I leaned back in the kitchen chair, swirling my straw through a concoction of Sprite, Red Apple juice, and a couple of other questionable ingredients—my latest pregnancy craving masterpiece.
Spread out before me was an impressive array of chocolate candies, half a cake, and a tub of frosting.
I shoved another chunk of cake into my mouth, humming with satisfaction. Being four months pregnant had turned me into a bottomless pit, and, to be honest, I wasn’t even mad about it. I could probably eat a mountain if I had the chance.
The sound of footsteps approaching pulled me out of my sugar-induced trance, and I looked up just in time to see Daniel walk into the kitchen. He stopped dead in his tracks and sighed dramatically, like he’d just walked in on a crime scene.
"I'm tired
