Urg, extreme hunger awoke me from my delightful slumber. I know it is very early. If I had to guess, I would say it was 5 am in the morning. These babies are causing me to starve. In the kitchen I start heating up the leftover meat we cooked last night. They better appreciate this. Waking me up for food. The house is dark and the sun is not even coming up yet. There isn't a peak of sunshine either. "And here I thought we had a break in," Lucas suddenly stood at the door of the room he was using last night. I was sleeping in Marcus's bed last night since the pups made me nauseous every time I moved away from him.
"I am starving. Who knew being pregnant would make me this hungry," I whispered at him and he walked over. Doesn't he feel how cold this morning is? Walking around without a shir
