Lucas's POV
I watch and smile as Ester walks toward the dining table. Standing up, I pull out the chair beside me, but just a couple of feet away, she suddenly pauses, blinks rapidly, and turns pale.
“Hun?” I mind linked her.
“Babe, I can’t!” she replies before rushing outside. I’m left confused, staring after her.
“She’s pregnant, Luke,” Dave says, chuckling.
“I’m aware of that,” I reply, slightly annoyed. How could he tell me that? I’m the one who got her pregnant.
“Certain smells make her sick,” he adds. Oh, now this is new to me.
“But she loves this dish,” I murmur, glancing at the food. Dave just smiles, then grabs a plate and stacks it with potato wedges and veggies.
“I don’t get pregnancy hormones either,” Dave says. “When she was pregnant with Fabian, one day she was all cl
