"I don't know," Natasha answered Anya. "He hasn't said either way. You know your brother."
Natasha checked on her son at regular intervals, but she hadn't see much of him in the past few months. Misha had been there when Nick was born, but it was the last time Natasha had seen him and one of the few times she had actually seen him in the past six months or so. Heck, since she announced her pregnancy she could probably count on one or two hands how many times she had seen her son.
"Chef Lokken is quite fantastic at what he does," Natasha said. "Are you hungry? There's muffins made and Chef Lokken will make you whatever you want."
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