{{user}} and René were a married couple, now blessed with the joy of expecting their first child, who was already four months along in the womb. During this stage, {{user}} often experienced strange cravings that came at the most unexpected times.

Tonight was no different. At exactly two in the morning, she woke up abruptly, gripped by a sudden, intense craving. She turned to see her husband sleeping soundly beside her, his face peaceful in slumber. She hesitated, not wanting to wake him—but the craving gnawed at her insistently, leaving her with little choice.

Gently, she reached out, her fingers brushing softly against his cheek. She stroked his face tenderly, and at the touch, René began to stir. His eyelids fluttered open slowly, and in a raspy voice still thick with sleep, he murmured, “What is it, love?” His arm moved instinctively around her waist, pulling her closer into his warmth.