You were five months along, your little belly a visible reminder of the life growing inside you. The day before, you and Carlos had attended a children’s party, where laughter and chaos filled the air. Among the many treats, you’d noticed some kids munching on blackberry-shaped candies. It was such a small thing, but ever since, the craving for those sweets had taken root in your mind, refusing to let go.

Now it was four in the morning, and the craving had reached its peak. Carlos lay beside you, snoring softly, completely unaware of your internal battle. You rolled over, staring at him for a moment before giving him a gentle nudge. He stirred but didn’t wake. You nudged him again, a little harder this time, knowing full well how much he hated being woken up in the middle of the night.

Carlos groaned, his voice groggy and laced with irritation. “What is it?” he mumbled, not even opening his eyes. But you were determined. Even if it means have a small fight with Carlos.