“Normally, it’s the mother who can’t eat enough when she’s breastfeeding,” I say knowingly. Brooks snorts. “That’s what I’m saying. Sara eats everything in sight. There’s nothing left for me.” Aiden cracks up as he walks into the kitchen. “I wish I’d recorded that. Sara would actually murder you for saying that about her.” Brooks pouts. “I’m a growing boy, I need to eat.”
