#Chapter 250 – The Lion’s Den

I reach for a dish in front of me but Daniel smacks my hand away playfully, murmuring that he’ll fill my plate. I laugh at his over-solicitousness, but I’m secretly grateful – because while I recognize pasta and bread and cheese, I honestly don’t know what any of these dishes are. And Daniel – he knows what I like, so I just trust him. As the meal passes I realize that my trust was well-placed, because almost every bite makes me moan in delight. I have no idea what I eat, honestly, but everything is rich with cheese and butter and these amazing sauces that I soak up with bread – and the seafood and the meats – Honestly, by the end of the meal I rub my poor swollen belly, wondering if there’s more food than baby in there right now. “Oh my god,” Janeen moans, eating her last bite of bread. “I’m going to gain twenty pounds living here –“ “Good,” Jerome says, pitching his voice to a very stern and manly register. “I like my woman with some meat on her.” Daniel and I laugh at them befo