Friday Evening — Natalie's POV
By the time we finally made it to the dining room, my stomach was growling loud enough to announce my arrival.
“Was that you?” Sophia questioned, looking at me.
I placed a hand over my belly.
“Don't judge me. Your future niece or nephew is demanding food.”
Sophia laughed.
“Already taking after the family.”
“Considering how much these Hansen men eat, I'm going to need a second job just to feed this child.”
Jack chuckled as he pulled out Valerie's chair.
“Better start saving now, sweetheart.”
I groaned.
“Wonderful.”
Valerie had prepared lasagna, salad, and garlic bread.
And the smell?
Heaven.
Absolute heaven.
“Valerie, this looks amazing,” Mom complimented her.
“Thank you, Rachel. Everyone, help yourselves.”
Don't have to tell me twice.
I fix
