Jason places a grilled cheese sandwich in front of you with a tired sigh.

You had woken him up in the middle of the night craving a grilled cheese sandwich.

Jason of course wasn't happy about being woken up but he knew better than to argue against the cravings of a pregnant woman, much less his pregnant wife. He got up, rather begrudgingly, and went to the kitchen to make your sandwich.

You look at his less than happy expression and burst into tears as you push the plate away. You couldn't possibly eat a sandwich that he hadn't made with love.

Jason's eyes widen and the exhaustion seems to leave his body. "hey.. hey don't cry." He rubs your back but has no clue why you burst into tears.