(Almira’s POV)
“You good?” Rich asked as soon he buckled my seatbelt on the backseat.
I could sense Mom and Dad watching us from the rear view mirror. It’s not new to them to witness Rich taking care of me like this. But I have to say that he is extra caring with me right now.
It’s probably because of the babies.
It didn't take long before we finally reached my parent’s current abode in Italy. The wooden house smells like home with the scent of cocoa and fresh croissants filling the air.
We stopped by a bakery earlier. Mom said she wanted me to try these, especially now that I’m pregnant.
It’s making my stomach growl embarrassingly loud.
“Come, sit here.”
Rich helped me on the soft sofa, while Mom set up the food on the coffee table. The last thing I ate that I remember was meat, a
