"I kind of want to eat some greasy food," Olivia suddenly blurted, her hand resting gently over the soft swell of her stomach. It had only been a week since the physician confirmed her pregnancy.
Sienna-Rose blinked. "Greasy food?"
"Yes. I don't know what exactly, but I want… meat. Like, thick meat. With overflowing juice between warm buns." Olivia said she wasn't the type to eat greasy food.
Olivia is always the one with salad, steak with no fat, and wine—that kind of woman. The greasy food, food with extra bacon, is more in Sophia's style. But this is surprising for Sienna-Rose.
Sienna- Rose blinked again. "It just popped into your head?"
"Yes," Olivia nodded with a serious face. "And fried potato too. Covered in melted cheese. A mountain of it."
