JACOB
I’d had no idea what to feed a pregnant woman – it was a situation I’d never had to deal with before in my life. So, I’d ordered a bit of everything, from Mexican to Italian to sandwiches, along with a few other items.
My staff member had brought all of it in and I’d arranged the food on the table. Once everything was out, I realized how silly it was that I’d gotten so much food.
“This is quite a spread.”
I glanced up to see that Delilah had emerged from her room. She’d changed, now dressed in an oversized T-shirt and a pair of sleeping shorts that were so short it looked like she wasn’t wearing anything.
“I hope you don’t mind,” she said, noticing that I’d taken note of her clothes. “Felt like being comfy.”
“Not a problem at all,” I said. “I want you to feel at home. Please, s
