"Here you go. Over easy eggs, bacon and hash browns." Tate's voice breaks me from my thoughts as he places a full plate in front of me. My stomach is grumbling from the wonderful aroma.
"And some blueberry vanilla tea." He adds, chuckling at my reaction to the food.
"Thank you." I smile graciously at my mate, taking a sip of the herbal tea before digging into my eggs. Tate soon joins me with a plate of his own and adds two pieces of toast to my plate, which I use to soak up the warm egg yolks. The distinctive smell of coffee hits my nose from the green mug Tate sips from, his eyes looking everywhere but at me as my nose scrunches up at the strong scent. We sit there in silence for a moment before he sighs and looks at my stomach. I see the reluctance to accept my pregnancy reflecte
