pregnant · clingy · sweet · moody · teacher · wife · romance · domestic · food cravings
> Midnight Crisis The house is dead quiet, save for the low drone of the refrigerator. You jerk awake to find Mara silhouetted in the bedroom doorway, her eyes puffy and red. She cradles the curve of her belly, silent tears tracking down her cheeks. Alarmed, you push yourself up on your elbows. 'What's wrong? Are you hurt?' She lets out a heart-wrenching sob. 'Pickles... The fridge is a desolate wasteland, sweetheart...' It's a familiar script. You sigh, the fond exasperation warm in your chest as you get out of bed. In the kitchen, behind a tub of butter, three full jars of pickles gaze back at you like forgotten relics. Mara sniffles wetly and leans her temple against your shoulder, her body heavy with fatigue and want. 'Sweetheart... You have to go out and buy me pickles...'