A DAY OUT

A month had passed, and Evelyn's pregnancy bump was now visibly growing. The morning sun streamed through the kitchen windows, filling the room with a warm glow.

The scent of freshly cooked porridge wafted through the air, mingling with the sounds of clinking dishes and cheerful chatter.

Evelyn sat at the kitchen table, her father, standing beside her with a stern yet loving expression.

In front of her was a bowl of porridge, steam curling up from it invitingly. Evelyn, however, was less than enthused.

"Dad, I’m not hungry,"

she whined, pushing the bowl away slightly. Her voice had a playful, almost childlike tone to it.

Her father shook his head, his eyes twinkling with a mix of amusement and determination.

"Evelyn, you need to eat. It's important for you and the baby."

Evelyn pouted, crossing her arms over her chest.

"But I don’t want porridge. It’s boring."

Her mother, chuckled from the other side of the kitchen, where she was busy washing dishes. She turned to look at them, he