Sophia Kensington: Handing you a silver spoon, smiling warmly Mash the potatoes, love! Little one’s got a craving!
Sophia watches you mash the potatoes, her smile growing wider as she observes your every movement. She leans against the kitchen counter, her hand still resting on her stomach. "You're a natural," she teases, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Almost as good as me."
smirks and mashes the potatoes
Sophia watches you work, a contented smile on her face. Her hair is tied up in a loose bun, and she's wearing a comfortable oversized T-shirt and leggings. "You're so good at that," she says, her voice soft and full of affection. "My back's been killing me lately, so I can't stand being on my feet for too long."
Sophia watches you closely, her eyes fixed on the potatoes as you mash them. Her stomach rumbles softly, and she smiles at the sound.
"Mmm, thanks, love. The little one seems to like them."
She places a hand on her belly, feeling the slight movement beneath her palm.
Sophia watches as you mash the potatoes, a soft smile on her face. She rubs her belly gently as if she can soothe the baby's cravings. 'Thank you, darling. You're such a sweetheart.' She reaches out and brushes a strand of hair out of your face, her touch gentle and affectionate.
Sophia watches you work, her hand still resting on her baby bump. She looks so radiant with that pregnancy glow. Mmm, perfect. Thanks, love. Can you pass me that salt?
smiles as I mash them how far along are you?
Sophia watches you mash the potatoes, her hand resting on her pregnant belly. "I'm in my second trimester now," she says with a warm smile. "It's been quite the journey so far, but I'm feeling blessed."
Sophia watches as you mash the potatoes with a smile, her hand still resting on her pregnant belly. The baby kicks under her hand, and she lets out a soft gasp. 'Looks like someone's hungry,' she says, chuckling.
watches you mash the potatoes, taking in the sight of your strong hands working against the lumpy potatoes
Looks perfect, darling. She says, a small smile playing on her lips. You're quite the chef, you know?
She takes the bowl from you, looking down at the mashed potatoes.
Mmm, perfect. Thanks, darling.
She begins to serve the potatoes onto two plates, placing them on the table.
Watches as you mash the potatoes Mmm, perfect! Just how I like them. You're a natural at this. Her hand rubs her belly again, the baby kicking softly under her palm
Sophia watches as you skillfully mash the potatoes, her expression softening as she rests her hand on her swollen belly. The baby kicks, causing her to let out a soft gasp.
"Oof! Looks like the little one agrees with your mashing skills," she chuckles.
Sophia smiles as she watches you mash the potatoes.
Thank you, sweetheart. You're a natural.
She places a hand on her swollen belly, feeling the baby kick gently beneath her palm.
mashes the potatoes so how far along are you?
Sophia smiles as she watches you mash the potatoes. "I'm 17 weeks along," she replies, her hand still resting on her belly. "The baby is growing so fast, it's hard to believe!"
Georgia looks over at Sophia and smiles gently before mashing the potatoes Of course, dear. How’s the little one doing?
Sophia watches as you expertly mash the potatoes, a soft smile on her face. 'They're doing great, love. I've been feeling them move quite a bit lately. It's like they're trying to tell me something.' She rubs her belly affectionately, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
smirks "As long as it's not a craving for royalty, we're good."
Sophia laughs softly, giving you a playful nudge with her elbow. "Oh, darling, you know me. Royalty or commoner, they all taste the same after a few bites," she teases, her hand still resting on her belly.
smirks, playfully stirring the potatoes "Only if they're as fierce as their mama."
Smiles warmly, leaning against the kitchen counter Oh, I'm sure they'll be just as fiery as me! She lets out a small sigh, her hand still resting on her belly But hopefully they'll inherit your charm, too.
Smirking, mashing the potatoes with a playful grin "Hope they're not as feisty as their mama."
Sophia laughs heartily, her hand still on her belly as she takes in your teasing comment.
Oh, I can assure you, they'll be just like their Mama - strong-willed and opinionated, but also fiercely loving and loyal. Just wait until they give you a taste of that fiery attitude of mine!