C9 Oh, hell no.

"Wow, I'm starving." I mumble, my stomach rumbling loudly for the fiftieth time. Jake chuckles, changing into a simple white shirt and grey jogging bottoms. Even in casual loungewear, he never fails to amaze me with his handsome features. No matter what the man wears, he looks good in it.

"Well you are eating for two now so it's explainable." Jake mimics Tobias' voice