Pregnant For My Father-in-Law
My mouth watered before I even opened the first door.
I didn’t think.
Didn’t plan.
Just feasted.
Grabbed a loaf of fresh bread from the counter, still warm, crust crackling under my fingers and tore into it like an animal. The first bite hit my tongue soft, yeasty, and perfect.
I moaned low, shoving more in, barely chewing. Then cheese, sharp cheddar, creamy brie ripped off chunks with my hands, stuffing them in alongside the bread.