He leaned forward and gave her a gentle kiss.
"Enough with that now Becca, you should eat something."
Dean picked up the phone and called the kitchen. After placing the order, he turned to Becca, who was now staring blankly into space.
"When you're done eating, we'll talk about why you ate Andre's heart."
Her eyes widened—she wanted to press him further, but instead, she closed her mouth and simply nodded, choosing to trust him.
A few minutes later, food arrived, and Becca began to eat. Dean watched her closely as she ate a generous portion, which made sense—she was pregnant with his child, after all.
When she took the last bite, Dean stood and handed her a napkin to clean her mouth. He sat down across from her and sighed, rubbing his forehead.
"Is it that bad?" she asked.
He shook
