I woke up feeling tired but good. It was already seven o’clock, but Roger was still dead to the world. Maybe he was catching up on some much-needed sleep. He mentioned he’d been having a rough time sleeping the past few nights when we weren’t together.
I dragged myself out of bed because my baby was hungry. The little one had been restless inside me for a while, and even though I wanted to sleep in, I didn't really have a choice.
A maid was cleaning the living room when I walked in. She greeted me with a cheerful, "Good morning." I recognized her from the Anderson place. I just hoped she wasn't there to spy on us.
She had already fixed some rice, hot dogs, and bacon, but none of that sounded good to me. I decided to just whip something up myself.
I had a feeling I’d have a massive appe
