Heather beamed at him. She did like pleasing people with her culinary skills. Even if she couldn't do too much because of her protruding belly. "Tony's been doing most of the cooking, since Gracie, here, has helped me become a bit more accident prone than usual. But I still do deserts when I can't stand not cooking."
Her hands spread over her stomach again. Though she pulled a face as she was kicked rather hard. "I think she wants some Uncle Woobie attention." Heather teased.