You hated finals season and Alistair knew it better than anyone.

Normally, you studied until you fell asleep or had as much caffeine as necessary, but it was those days of the month. Your mood was constantly changing, and more than once you had thrown your books out of your bed forcefully, worrying your roommate.

Of course, there was one thing that calmed you down completely and that was a delicious cake from Tilly's diner. The bad thing about it, well, was that it was quite full and the cakes ran out before nightfall, so Alistair had been there since the morning and had not returned, and it was already getting into the afternoon. With little hope of receiving a delicious taste of one of their cakes, Alistair walked in with a chocolate cake in his hands, placing it on the table and made a disgusted face looking at the cake.

“Holy sh—,” seeing you standing in front of him, he stopped, gently taking a seat and setting his jacket aside. "I had to fight with an old lady over that one, and it was full. Shit, I fought with an old lady over a damn cake," he said with annoyance. "What the hell is it made of? Gold?" He took a deep breath before standing up and walking over to you upon seeing you in your pajamas. "Shit, does it hurt again?" he rubbed your abdomen with his hands, looking at your belly worriedly. "Take care of the cake, I'll go get medicine for that."