I call out into the house, shutting the front door behind me.“I’m in the kitchen,” Sarah replies.Logan grins up at me. “That can only mean trouble.”I smirk back my agreement. The good news was Sarah hadn’t had a bout with morning sickness in weeks, but the bad news was she was now eating the weirdest shit you could think of.“Let’s see what she’s created today,” I murmur, following him toward the kitchen.Sarah’s back is toward us and she grins over her shoulder at me as I approach. From the back, she doesn’t even look pregnant, not until she turns to the side and her basketball-shaped belly becomes visible. I mold my front to her back and peer over her shoulder to see what she’s making.I breathe easy when I see it’s just a sundae, piled high with syrup, toppings, whipped cream and cherries.“Looks good,” I murmur, turning my face to kiss her neck.She whimpers, tilting her head to give me better access to her soft skin. I send telepathic pleas for Logan to suddenly get the idea to go play outside.
