Really Hungry

Demyan 

"So have you two figured out where you're going to stay once the baby is born?" Samuel asked after he took a sip of his wine. 

Malia and I gave each other sombre expressions since our original plan seemed to be a bit shaky. 

"We were thinking of London," I started. 

"But we're not quite sure," she gave her dad a sweet smile. 

"Well you two have a contract for the next three years," Pa quirked his left eyebrow, "Therefore I'm sure it will be London."

"Don't tell us you're having cold feet Malia," Nika frowned slightly, "You'll cope better in London. You'll be able to get around and speak the language. I think you'll have a great time."

"And you'd be close to family to help you with the baby," Dad added, "Although I'm not really sure how you're going to cope when you're both dancers."