Chapter 102

• "I made lunch. I'm hungry if you are, so let's eat." I rose to my feet, holding the bag on one hand and his hand on the other, leading him to one of the black leather sofas, to have our seats.
• "Hey, Tristan. How are you doing? I hope you aren't stressing mommy out. I love you so much and I can't wait to have you small fists around my fingers." He kissed my tummy again, keeping his arms around my waist. His communication with Tristan was starting to be cute to me rather than weird since he was doing it everyday.
• I served our lunch.