I quickly lift my head up at the sound of Alessandra's voice calling my name. "Si, bellissima?"
"Can you bring me some of whatever my papa is cooking outside? I can smell it from here and it's making me and your children hungry."
A smile touches my lips, knowing she would be craving whatever Elijah is barbequing for the small cookout that is being held for the family "Of course, bellissima. I'll be right back."
Alessandra hums a response that I didn't quite catch, and I leave our room, heading downstairs. Now that Alessandra is in her fifth month of pregnancy, her cravings have gotten stronger than ever.
It mostly happens in the middle of the night because she will wake me up and ask me to order takeout. But during the day, she craves spicy food.
Stepping out in the backyard, I head in the direction where the food is being prepared and grab a plate from a nearby table.
"Ceaser, what do you think you're doing?" I hear Elijah ask as I reach for the tongs.
"Getting some food?"
"I can see that, but I'm not finished cooking everything yet."
"It's for your five-month pregnant daughter, sir."
