Mila

I pushed back from the table, patting my over-full belly. I blew a long breath past my lips, finally really relaxing, and shook my head.

“I don’t think I can eat another morsel, guys.”

Oliver shook his head.

“That’s terrible, Mila. I just restocked your favorite ice cream…”

I raised an eyebrow at him. He leaned back in his kitchen chair, too, patting his own belly.

“We would both explode, Oliver, I ...