When Sasha zipped up his beach bag with sunglasses and sunscreen, he flashed Lika a grin.
“Come on, I need a break too,” he said, casually brushing past her swollen belly.
“A break?” Lika raised an eyebrow. “I’m six months pregnant, and you’re sending me to your mother’s to dig potatoes?”
Fresh air will be good for you. And Mom could use the help,” he said dismissively, already halfway out the door.
Lika didn’t argue. Sasha rarely listened to anyone but himself.
By the time she arrived in the countryside, her mother-in-law handed her a rusty shovel with a scoff.
“Bet you wore him out. Now you’re my problem.”
