Elaris's POV
My apartment hadn't felt this lively in a very long time.
Linnea had arrived shortly before sunset carrying an overnight bag, two paper bags filled with snacks, and enough energy to fill the entire apartment by herself.
She'd barely stepped through the door before taking over my tiny kitchen.
"I knew you wouldn't have anything fun to eat."
I leaned against the counter, watching her unpack bags of cookies, fruit, sparkling lemonade, popcorn and chocolate.
I laughed.
"I do have food."
She looked at me over her shoulder.
"Elaris."
"What?"
"You have oatmeal."
"And vegetables."
"Exactly."
She pointed at me.
"That is not weekend food."
"It is pregnancy food."
"It is a boring food."
I couldn't help laughing.
She grinned proudly.
"There."
"That's the laugh I've be
