ELLA'S POV:
Then the cravings began.
And this time, I really wasn't messing with Jason.
My belly had started to show, a small but undeniable bump, but right now, my thoughts weren't on that. They were on fries. Hot, crispy, salty fries.
It was Friday, and after a long day at the office, I had come home early, collapsed on the couch, and fallen asleep. Jason wasn't home yet, so it was just me and my exhaustion.
Well… until my stomach decided to wake me up.
I groggily blinked my eyes open, only to find my head resting on Jason's lap as he scrolled through his phone, his free hand idly running through my hair.
"When did you get home?" I mumbled sleepily.
"A while ago," he said without looking up, still focused on whatever he was typing.
I yawned, stretching slightly before a very important realization hit me.
I was starving.
I turned my head up to look at him, dramatically miserable. "I'm hungry," I announced, wasting no time in making my suffering known.
