Amelia
My stomach rumbles as soon as Ezra mentions dinner. I almost lick my lips in anticipation as my mouth waters. Lately, I feel so famished, and I know it’s because of the pregnancy, even though it's still early.
Ezra and I enter the house. I set my dirty little dog down, and he shakes out his fur. “He had fun,” Ezra chuckles.
We go back to the lounge where Liam and Mallory are. Their son Dustin is sitting on the floor playing with the golden car model. It looks old and expensive, but no one seems to care. Chico yips at Dustin and trots over to him.
“Puppy,” Dustin says and gently pets Chico.
“He is the calmest chihuahua I have ever been around,” Mallory remarks.
“It’s all about socialization,” I reply. “He loves my best friend’s two girls. I live in her basement, so Chico is a
