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He touched Elion’s arm. "You aren't there anymore," Cale said. "You are here. With me. And I have the calculator." Elion let out a breath. The panic receded, just a fraction. "You're good at this," Elion said. "I've had to be," Cale said darkly. "Resources are finite." "What does that mean?" "It means get the Greek yogurt. It has more protein per ounce." They continued. Cale was a whirlwind of efficiency. He bought lentils. He bought frozen spinach ("Nutritionally identical to fresh, half the price"). He bought a whole chicken instead of breasts ("We use the bones for stock").

"Dr. Reeves sent it over. If we're doing this, we should do it right." I open the folder. Inside are printouts. Charts. Graphs tracking ovulation cycles. There's a detailed calendar with my cycle mapped out. Red circles marking fertile windows. Notes in Tyler's handwriting about optimal timing. There's a list of prenatal vitamins. Folic acid. Omega-3s. Vitamin D. All highlighted and cross-referenced with research articles about improving egg quality. There's a meal plan. Foods that support fertility. Foods to avoid. Recommended portions. Calorie counts.

he said, leaning against the counter, hugging the bucket of chicken. I arched my brows. “Pregnant people can’t eat chicken?” Zane paused, chewing faster. Like he needed to swallow before he spoke. I caught my gaze lingering on his lips—how it moved, how pink and soft they looked. He swallowed. “Julie said you need food with enough fiber and you should cut down on your junk food.” “Julie never told me that.” Zane shrugged. “Maybe she knew you’d just ignore them.” I took a scoop of the oatmeal, but instead of eating, I let it drop back into the bowl with a flop.

In order to keep her figure, Scarlett had devised a brand new diet aimed at reducing her belly fat. She had constructed it after doing hours of research on the Internet and consulting with multiple nutritionists. As a result, Scarlett ate her meals separately from everyone else in the household. While they feasted on barbecued meats, lavish cheeses from the south of France, and freshly baked loaves of bread, she ate only the low carb stuff. She made it a point to consume lots of vegetables, especially leafy greens, whole grains like brown rice, quinoa, millet, and beans, and lean meats like organic chicken and fish.

Alex handed Zennie a meal. “Really? Andrew sent it to me?” “Hmm-hm.” “I’m on a diet, but since Andrew sent my favorite pasta, I would eat it all.” So, is he a delivery man now? “Have you eaten, Diana? I brought you some food too.” I looked at Alex. “No, thanks,” I said. “I brought you a strawberry pancake.” “I’m on a diet,” I lied. “Diet? Why are you on a diet? You are already perfect.”

While she dipped her toast in the yolk, she watched him eat the frittata he’d made for himself. There was a veritable rainbow of chopped vegetables mixed in, almost more than there were eggs. No toast. So this was how he maintained his figure. For some reason, she'd always imagined him as one of those people who can eat absolutely anything and never gain an ounce. It was comforting to know he had a human side after all. After breakfast, she got dressed in some casual clothes and they settled down in the living room. Zeke pulled out a small notepad and pen.

“Do you know what he was taking?” “Um…” She thought for a moment. “I know he used the Men’s Superhealth formula, that magnesium drink for leg cramps, and… oh! He just started trying Excelse, that new one.” Excelse. I vaguely remembered a sales rep pitching it to us. It was supposed to help with weight loss while building muscle. I walked over to the display, picked up a box, and scanned the ingredients. Most looked familiar, nothing seemed alarming. But I wasn’t a doctor. I figured Keaton’s medical team had already checked his supplements. Still, it felt wrong. A guy who did everything right, who had a family depending on him, suddenly in the hospital. Life could be cruel. I stayed until clo

"You don't need to bring anything, Elizabeth." "But I want to," said my sister. "I'll just bring fruit and some toys. Does that work for you?" Elon's eyes twinkled. "Yes!" Damian walked Elizabeth out. They shut the door, and it was only then was I able to breathe with ease. I sat on the edge of Elon's bed and caressed his hair. With a pair of gloomy eyes, I apologized. "The doctor said you have to maintain a balanced diet. Some foods like ice cream and donuts might not be good for you. I hope you understand."

Arielle. The doctor didn’t just let me leave with the sound of that heartbeat stuck in my chest like an echo I couldn’t shake off, no he had to hand me a whole damn paper like I was suddenly being signed into some elite training camp. A list so long and neat and full of names of foods I had never even seen in my life. My eyes scanned down the paper and I almost laughed because it felt like he was speaking a whole other language. Salmon. Almond milk. Blueberries. Kale. Quinoa. Greek yogurt. Avocados. Broccoli sprouts.

Two glasses of orange juice were set on the counter, and he'd buttered toast. "You can..." I pointed. "... cook?" "What made you think I couldn't?" He gave me a look of disbelief. "Damn, are my abs that distracting?" "You eat marshmallows for every meal," I said in exasperation. "I've been worried about your nutrition for three days!" "Please." Zane rolled his gorgeous eyes. "Just because I don't eat when you're around doesn't mean I don't eat. How else could I look this good? Marshmallow diets don't produce muscle, high school. Don't schools teach you anything anymore?"