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 roll 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-made food, Amy and it's the baby craving for it, not me."

Amy raised her hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry for asking."

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

"By the way, you still haven't told me about how your lunch date with Damien went yesterday." I said, taking a seat beside her on the kitchen island.

She blushed and I huffed in amusement.

The effect Damien had on her was crazy.

Her lips instantly curved into a coy smile as she fiddled with her fingers. "It wasn't a date, Sofie. We just went o