She rests a hand on your shoulder and licks her lips.
“You know dumpling,” she says with hunger in her eyes. “I’d never thought about it before, but I’d be lying if I said having a belly that full doesn’t look divine... and you are awfully scrumptious looking.”
“That’s the spirit,” bellows your grandfather as he let’s out a hearty chuckle.
Your grandmother’s stomach rumbles under her apron.
Then..
