Don’t touch! It’s for Ester and my pups. – LA
I laughed. “Luna, are you expecting? Congratulations!”
Realization struck, and I blushed. Claire hugged me, and Sam congratulated me too, both looking genuinely happy.
“Um... yeah, thanks!” I said, bringing the pasta to the pantry and sitting down. “I’m going to eat this. Thank you for cooking, Claire!”
“You’re very welcome!” she replied.
“And thank you for keeping this house neat, Sam. Let me help sometimes. I need to get to know my way around here.” They both nodded and smiled as I finished the pasta and munched on the croissant.
I opened the fridge and poured a glass of apple juice when a pair of hands snaked around my waist from behind. My back pressed against a solid chest—well, torso, since I’m short. He smelled freshly showered. Re
