"Would you like to make one for me too?" asked Ellena which managed to make Lucas stunned for a moment, then scratched his temple which didn't feel itchy.
"W-what do you mean?" Lucas asked a little nervous and confused.
"Will you make me a strawberry donut?" asked Ellena, looking uncertainly at her husband's face.
Lucas chuckled in disbelief. How could Ellena ask something that couldn't possibly happen. Ah, what kind of joke is this? Why was Ellena so ridiculous asking her such a thing.
"You're not kidding, honey. How could I do that," Lucas replied, still chuckling, shaking his head, realizing his incompetence in cooking, let alone making super-complicated cakes.
"Then what will happen to me?" Ellena asked sullenly as she rubbed her stomach slowly and twisted.
"You take it easy, honey. I told you, I'll hire a top chef for you, so you can eat whatever you want, whenever it is," Lucas replied casually.
