Jessica POV
The smell of pancakes filled my nose, tried to wake me from my dreams, and I was fighting to stay asleep.
Then Douglas gently pulled me from my dreams.
I almost died of embarrassment when I stretched and my body decided that the babies were taking up too much room, and expelled a disgusting, loud smell out of my body.
Douglas was a gem about it.
He waved it aside, figuratively, and, only to make my mortification worse, it was somewhat overpowering at the time.
Thankfully, the smell of pancakes and coffee overtook the toxic air quickly, and I was able to enjoy the pancakes without tasting it. The removal of the toxic plume gave me more room for food.
The pancakes were light and fluffy. I had no idea my husband could cook, and these are better than mine, and that is sayi
