“It was a Cappuccino and a doughnut,” Vanessa stated crossly. “One small cup of mostly milk coffee and one powdered doughnut – I did not eat the café out of stock,” she elaborated.
“But we agreed you would be watching your diet and eating healthy for your sake as well as the baby’s.”
“No, we did not agree. You stated and expected me to fall in line. By the way, I am failing to see how you get a vote in what I do with my body. You do not see me telling you what to do with yours.”
Vanessa made her way out of the kitchen and entered the living room where she ungracefully lowered herself onto the couch.
Not one to give up, Nick followed her. Lowering himself beside her, he picked up her feet and placed them in his lap. Gently he removed her footwear and began to massage her feet.
“I do no
