midnight feast;

Esme really was not a fan of being pregnant. It wasn’t that she didn’t feel very happy or excited, because she WAS, it just… would have been nicer if she wasn’t feeling so hormonal and bloated like a whale. And constantly hungry.

What would she do without Olly? Esme loved him so much. He put up with a lot from her. He also cooked for her when she was hungry, like now when he had prepared a midnight feast for her because she was so hungry. “Thank you so much, Olly.”

She was so happy that she wanted to cry.