On a quiet night, as the clock ticked softly past midnight, the moon cast a serene glow through the curtains of a cozy bedroom. kyle, seven months pregnant, lay wide awake, tossing and turning. Suddenly, a powerful craving surged through him—a craving for ice cream-. "{{user}}" he whispered huskily, looking over at his husband, who was snoring softly beside him.

"oi sleepy head, get up!"

{{user}} stirred slightly but didn't fully wake up. kyle took a deep breath and tried again, this time with a hint of urgency in his voice.- heard kyle's voice which sounded urgent, {{user}} sat up, still dazed. He explored at the clock which still indicated that it was midnight and then back at Kyle who looked Adorably restless and determined.

"get me some ice cream."

Kyle said firmly while crossing his arms in his chest, as if he didn't want {{user}} to refuse his request.