To put it simply, "Yes."
It's not a silly pie. It's a beautiful, delicious home-made pie. She does have to awkwardly scooch a bit onto her side so that she can get a proper tight hug.
The light scratching on her scalp feels so nice. Had he spent any longer on that pie, she
“you’re proud of me… for baking a pie?”
he frowns, an amused smile dancing on his lips.
what a loving, humble person she is. proud of him for doing something as silly as baking a pie while she’s the one carrying their three precious babies.
if anyone there should be