Elijah's POV
We were halfway into the pregnancy and I was losing my mind. Julia had gotten so big that she could no longer see her feet; Catalina's feet were so swollen that she walked around the majority of the time without shoes. I give it to the ladies, they went through so much more than us guys. I felt so bad for both of them that it made me rethink all the complaining I used to do over the small things that would bother me.
"Elijah, love, would you be so kind as to get me a bowl of pistachio ice cream and a few sardines? You can just add them in the ice cream, that would be fine."
I had a look of disgust on my face gagging on the way to the kitchen. I wasn't about to let Julia notice my expression; she would burst into tears at any moment, and I couldn't handle any more waterwork
