Chloe’s Point of View
The little bell above the restaurant door jingles as we step inside, warmth rushing out to greet us. It smells like roasted garlic and fresh bread, and my stomach growls again, much louder this time, and Jason nearly doubles over with laughter when he hears it.
“Oh my gods, Chloe, are you carrying a baby or a wolf pup? That thing is starving! Somebody get this girl a bread basket, quickly, or we will have an incident on our hands.””
I swat his arm lightly as we are shown to a long booth table near the back.
“Shut up. I can’t help it.”
“Don’t listen to him.”
Maya says as she slides in beside me.
“Pregnancy hunger is real. You eat as much as you want.”
“Exactly.”
Sky agrees, plopping down next to her.
“I say order three meals if you want. There is no sham
