"May I take your order?" a pretty blonde woman asked Lance, holding a pad and pencil, waiting. Great. Another admirer. Obviously, the hostess had told her about him. I guessed that I would have to get used to it. Anyone as gorgeous as Lance would definitely attract attention.
"I'll have the Seafood Alfredo and a Coke," Lance said, handing her his menu, and then turned his attention back to me.
"I'll have the Penne Pasta with Chicken and a Coke Zero," I said, reaching across the table to hold his hand.
"I'll get that for you right away," she said, dejected, as she walked away.
"Lance, you can order a drink, you know," I said, smiling. "I won't mind."
He gently squeezed my hand. "Not while you're pregnant, love," he said.
I smiled as I returned the squeeze. It was nice that he didn'
