#Chapter 40 – Scars

My little Cozy Up extends far past the time that I thought it would. Honestly, I thought it was going to be a glass of wine, a couple of cookies, one a nostalgic old movie and then Christian would kick me out, shooing me along to my room like he always does. But when the first movie ends, he puts on another. And when the first bottle of wine ends, he grabs another. And then another. When we get sick of the taste of sweets, he orders what seems like a restaurant’s worth of Chinese and we dig into that until I’ve had so much to eat that I’m stroking my hand over the little food baby in my belly and groaning. Chris, on the other hand, wants to keep going. “Is there more chocolate cake out there?” he murmurs, peering interestedly in the dark towards the door. I laugh, shaking my head at him. “You and Frankie are going to get so fat living with me,” I murmur, snuggling down into the pillows with my glass of wine cradled in my hands. “Nico’s the only one who’s going to stay trim.” “How