~ Los Angeles, Tuscan Villa ~
Monday, February 10
12:27 PM
Sophia is in the kitchen, standing on the low stool, reaching for the plates to set up the table.
They have a cook, and Felix is not letting her do almost anything, but she can't just sit around, so she decided to be in charge of setting up the table. How difficult can it be?
Her hand was holding onto a plate when she felt a tickle in the nose and sneezed.
"Bless you, Madam!", the cook said.
"Thank you…", her voice trailed off when she felt warm liquid down her legs. After two seconds of being frozen, she started calling: "Felix! … Felix, honey!"
"Yes?" Felix peeked in the kitchen with a smile, but he frowned when he saw her on the stool, holding onto a plate. "How many times I told you to rest? What will you do if you fall down? You know that your balance is compromised because of our child in your belly and you can easily topple one way or the other…"
