Debbie raised her head and found Carlos standing at the door. When she noticed the thermos meal box in his hand, she grimaced. "Come on. Soup again?"
She had been eating soup every day for the last week. Three times a day. The soup wasn't the only food she had to eat. To nourish her, Miranda had been cooking all kinds of dishes for her every day. Debbie always ended up overeating after each meal.
Initially, the cook had prepared the soup for Debbie, but in time she came to dislike the taste of it. So Carlos had decided to make the soup himself.
Evelyn had been eating the soup for a week as well, and the little girl had gained some weight.
Carlos walked inside the room and put the meal box on the table. Bending over, he took the baby from Evelyn and made her comfortable in his arm. Then he scooped Evelyn up with his other arm. "Isn't she prettier than before?" he asked Evelyn.
Evelyn nodded absent-mindedly with her eyes fixed on the thermos meal box. "Daddy, is that soup?" She couldn't help swallowing. She loved the soup her daddy cooked.
The eager look on her face amused Carlos. He put her down and Terilynn back in the cradle. "Yes. I'll ladle some for you."
"Mmm...great." Evelyn ran happily towards the bathroom to wash her hands. When she was done, she sat nicely at the table.
Debbie finished a bowl of soup miserably. No sooner had she put the bowl down than Ramona came in with a meal box. "Deb, I brought you snacks. Mango-flavored and durian-flavored. I brought some for Evelyn too."
"Thank you, Grandma," said Evelyn sweetly.
Debbie's eyes lit up when she heard there were snacks. She was happy to eat anything but soup.
Carlos knew that she was sick of eating soup. Stroking her hair, he said, "This is medicinal soup. It's good for your health. Hang in there. Only half a month to go." Debbie had lost a lot of blood during the childbirth, so she needed nourishment for her body.
The delicious durian layered cake was too much of a distraction. Busy relishing it, Debbie nodded at whatever Carlos had said.
The long, miserable, and dull first month after the birth of their child had finally passed, and Debbie was thrilled that she could leave the hospital and go home.
Once she got home, Debbie had a delightful bath and then dried herself off and went to the wardrobe to pick out a dress.
"Aargh!" A shriek was heard from the master bedroom.
Carlos had just finished dressing. When he heard the scream, he dashed into the walk-in closet and asked, "Honey, what happened?"
Debbie turned to him with a sad face. He noticed that her dress wasn't zipped up. "Why didn't you zip your dress up?"
He walked over to help her, but Debbie punched him in the shoulder. "Because I couldn't! Look at me. I'm huge! It's all your fault. You fed me too well."
Carlos was stunned for a moment and then he chuckled.
"Why are you laughing? During the pregnancy, I wanted to practice yoga, but you didn't let me. Look at me now. I want my good figure back!" Debbie cried, feeling frustrated.
"You can come to the gym with me from now on, and practice yoga there," Carlos suggested with a smile.
"It's a good idea, but what should I do now? Look at my fat waist! I'm over 75 kg, and there's nothing I can wear in the wardrobe," she said, squeezing the fat on her waist. Debbie used to wear a size M. Now nothing fit her in the closet.
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