Amelie gently set the plushie on the couch before rising to her feet.
"Where are you going?" Gabriel asked, catching her hand before she could take a step.
"To bring something for you to eat," she replied softly.
"Later," Gabriel murmured as he guided her back down. She lowered herself onto the couch again, tilting her head as her curious eyes searched his.
"I was going to bring you pudding," Amelie said with a smile. "Mother and I made them together earlier."
Gabriel's brows drew together. "You're supposed to be resting, not working in the kitchen."
She chuckled lightly. "It's easier to give birth if I stay active. And besides… You know how much I love cooking."
His gaze lingered on her before he asked quietly, "You've started calling my mother… 'mother.' Don't you find that strange?"
