Luna and Sofia's five–day trip suddenly got extended out of the blue.
Apart from work, I was fussing over recipes with Sofia every day, trying to figure out how to get enough nutrition for Luna's kid.
Iva seemed to be in a hot mess too. They kept ringing up Luna, asking who the father of the kid was, but she wouldn't spill the beans until Mitch would own up.
I was playing secret keeper for her too. I kept silent even when Nicholas tried to squeeze it out of me.
"I suddenly crave for some chicken soup" Luna blurted out, rubbing her belly.
Sofia was in the kitchen, stewing beef. She popped out and asked, "Beef won't do?"
"I prefer chicken." Luna lay on the sofa like a limp noodle.
Lately, her morning sickness had been getting worse and her food tastes were all over the place.
Sometimes she couldn't stomach anything, other times she had to have a certain dish.
I grabbed my car keys, I'll go get you some chicken soup"
