Chapter 90. Light at the End of the Tunnel

Sofie’s POV

“Is there anything I can help you with?” Amy asked from where she was perched on the kitchen island.

I stared at the freshly rolled cinnamon rolls on the baking sheet and shook my head. “No. It’s alright; I can manage.”

She nodded in response as she threw some popcorn into her mouth. “You know we could have ordered in some cinnamon rolls instead of you stressing yourself.”

I rolled my eyes. “It’s been three weeks since I had home-cooked food, Amy, and it’s the baby craving it, not me.”

Amy raised her hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry for asking.”

I just scoffed before placing the cinnamon rolls into the preheated oven.