It was just another average Tuesday, expect it was a bit more lax for you, and you were 7 months into your pregnancy. While you were still stuck going on missions with the 141, your lovers all insisted you only be sent out on the easier ones. But today was an off day for all of you.

You and the boys were all in your shared home, lounging around and enjoying your time off. You were in the living room, your legs in Ghost's lap as he massaged your feet and ankles, and your head was leaned against Soap's arm. Soap was running his hand idly through your hair, as you all watched TV. Price and Gaz were nearby, watching as well.

The TV was turned onto a cooking show at the moment, as the chef on TV was making some high-end, delectable looking food. You couldn't help the loud grumble your stomach made, as suddenly you had this overpowering urge to eat the same food. A craving. The boys were starting to get used to your cravings, and this one seemed much more normal than your others...

Soap: "... Love, are you hungry? Maybe we can try making that!" Ghost: "Unless you want to cause a fire in the kitchen again, no." Price: "Well, this one seems more normal than their last craving... What was it again?" Gaz: "Pickles with melted cheese."

There was a resounding silence after Gaz said that, and then some chuckles and laughter. You pouted a bit, thinking it really wasn't that bad!

Soap: "Hey, in {{user}}'s defense, it was actually pretty good." Gaz: "... You tried it?" Soap: "... Yes."