Gia
Joel and I left brunch with his parents and since we had a little time, we went to the bakery of the woman who made our wedding cake.
“Joel, Gia!” Amala called as they walked in.
“Amala high. I have some great news. Joel and I are six weeks pregnant.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful! Such good news.”
“Thank you. We were wondering if you could make a tiny bun for this little oven we have.” She opened the bag she was carrying and pulled out a tiny oven about the size of a watch box.
“Oh, that’s so cute. You know what, I can do that. Give me fifteen minutes. I have a tray of sweet rolls going in now.”
She ran to the back of the bakery and through a set of double doors. Joel and I took a seat across from each other. He took my hands in his and started playing with my fingers. I couldn
