Homemade Food.

At the hospital, Kent gently shook August awake, concern etched on his face. "Baby, wake up," he said softly, trying not to startle her. She has been sleeping for a while now.

August pouted her lips and whined softly, not wanting to wake up.

"Come on, baby, you need to get up," Kent said, his voice firm but gentle, as he helped her sit up.

August slowly opened her eyes, still feeling groggy from her long sleep. Kent handed her a glass of water, which she gratefully accepted, taking a sip to clear her dry throat.

"What time is it?" August asked, her voice husky from sleep.

"It's 11am already," Kent said as he checked his phone.

August's eyes widened in surprise. "What! I haven't had breakfast yet!" She pouted, staring at Kent accusingly.

Kent was speechless when he heard this, he chuckled remembering how she had complained and whined when he woke her up. "Sorry babe, let's get you freshened up first."

August's expression turned soft, and she said, "I'm hungry."

Kent reassured her, "Do