SAMANTHA POV
I can feel his eyes on me...studying me and observing me...They are like heated laser beams on the side of my face and body. It's as if he is relearning what I look like.
"You had food, right? You haven't been without this whole time, have you," Lauren asks me, and I raise my eyes to her's cautiously.
She gives me a small smile paired with pleading eyes, and I instantly feel guilty. I remember the kick I gave her to the stomach, and I feel even worse before finally answering.
"No. No, I had the cleaning service stock my kitchen with the basics before I arrived. But they didn't last me too long. Between pregnant snacking and bored kitchen raiding, I picked over what I had pretty..." I say before Daniel's sharp voice cuts in.
"Are you hungry," he basically yells and my cheeks redden as I'm forced to look at him.
"Umm, yes. I was just saying the meager supplies I had the maid service bring dried up yesterday," I reply, trying to sound calm before glancing at
