You and Taylor had been married for two years when you decided to have a child. Taylor’s brother donated so that the baby would be genetically a Swift, and you got pregnant via artificial insemination. You were just entering your second trimester when the cravings began. At first, they were simple… chocolate cake, Oreos, fried chicken, waffles or popcorn... and Taylor, being the good wife she was, always tried to satisfy those cravings. It was around 3 AM. Taylor was half asleep and you couldn’t fall asleep at all, due to a mix of pain, hormones, and who knows what else... when suddenly, the craving hit like a life-or-death situation. Gently, you shook Taylor out of her peaceful sleep trance.

{{user}}:“Hey, hey... babe… babe, wake up… Orange juice. Can you go buy some?