15|Doubts

~Viviana~

“Roman asked permission for your weekend with him,” Mom mumbled in a teasing tone. The mischievous glint in my mother’s eyes was telling.

“He told me, mom,” I groaned, remembering how embarrassed I was when Roman told me what she did. Especially that part about not getting me pregnant. “Why would you do that?”

Mom giggled, nudging my shoulders playfully. “You should’ve seen his face,” she barked out, sprinkling the board with flour, rolling out the portion of the dough she set aside earlier. She was making her second batch of fried donuts, one of the Sweet Bits’ best sellers.

I shook my head, measuring the vanilla extract before tossing it on the bowl of milk, oil, and eggs. “You’re s