As expected, we skipped breakfast. This pregnancy’s turned me into such a lazy ass. And Lucas being Lucas? Yeah, he’s no help at all—he just lets me sleep in like it’s no big deal. In his mind, rest and healthy meals are all that matter. He couldn’t care less if I stayed in bed all day, as long as I finish my meals and take my vitamins.
With his classic excuse of “saving water,” he insisted we shower together. I didn’t complain and played innocent, fully aware I’d enjoy every second of it. And damn, the things that man can do with his body—he’s talented, to say the least.
Now here we are, parked in some random abandoned lot, waiting for the others to show up. I’m snacking on donuts Lucas grabbed at a drive-thru, chilling in the car while my mate leans against it outside, taking a call fr
