Cecilia walked over and gently rested a hand against Jaime’s cheek.
“How are you feeling?”
“Starving,” Jaime complained, dragging out the word with all the misery of a child who hadn’t been fed in days instead of just a few hours.
Cecilia’s eyes softened with sympathy, though a quiet laugh still escaped her at the miserable look on his face.
“I know, sweetheart. But you’ll have to endure it a little longer. You can eat once the doctors say it’s safe.”
Jaime sighed dramatically. “That feels like forever.”
Then he suddenly straightened in his chair.
“Wait a second! How are they supposed to operate on me when I’m starving? I need energy. What if I’m too weak because none of you fed me?”
Harper looked at him from across the table, completely unimpressed.
“That’s not how it works, geni
