She glared at me and playfully slapped my arm. I chuckled and looked away from her.
She rolled her eyes. “I don’t need you monitoring my diet. I can feed myself fine and I can decide when I am hungry and when I'm not.”
I ignored her and grabbed the small bag I had brought along, pulling out a container of food. She blinked at it, her lips pressing into a firm line.
“I’m not hungry.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You will be. Once you stop being stubborn, you're going to realize that your system actually does need food. You are feeding breastfeeding. You can't not be hungry. This is not possible.”
She let out a frustrated sigh but took the food anyway, opening the container to find fresh fruit, cheese, and bread. Simple, but enough to get something into her system.
“I’m going to end up gainin
