*Elio*
“So, what are we doing this early in the morning?” I asked, blinking blearily at Cat as she rushed around the house.
I held a dressed and passed-out Emilia in my arms, her conked-out little head drooling on my shoulder. She seemed to be just as tired as I was this morning.
It was almost six in the morning and even I was still exhausted, especially after the intense lovemaking in the car last night.
“I told you! They set up the tasting for the cakes this morning, and then we need to finalize the menu for the caterer!” Cat sent me an irritated glare, shouldering two bags of baby supplies.
I sighed, reluctantly getting to my feet as I resigned myself to the boring and very long day we had ahead of us.
“You know you’re just going to choose chocolate, right?” I told her, feeling like this was all kind of pointless.
“You don’t know that! What if I want carrot cake?” Cat argued back, crossing her arms over her chest.
I raised an eyebrow at her. “You hate carrot cake.”
