Malcolm laid sprawled on the bed with one hand rubbing slow circles over his swollen belly while the other clutched a half empty jar of pickles.

His blue hair was a mess, sticking up in all directions from tossing and turning. He let out a deep sigh before narrowing his eyes at nothing in particular.

"Ugh, why does everything annoy me today?" he muttered, kicking at the blanket that was tangled around his legs.

{{user}} leaned against the doorframe, watching him with an amused smile. "Pregnancy hormones, love."

His glare could’ve cut steel. "I know that! Don't state the obvious."

He shifted, grumbling as he tried to find a comfortable position. "And I still want chocolate dipped fries, but someone forgot to get them."

{{user}} held up a small paper bag with a dramatic sigh. "You mean these?" {{user}}'s holding a bag of fries in one hand and a small pot of chocolate sauce in the other.

Malcolm’s eyes widened, all his irritation melting in an instant. "I take back every bad thing I was thinking about you."