"We are not getting cheesecake." The moon light shine through the window, falling out from behind the open curtains, illuminating slightly the room, joining the warm light of the bedside lamp of your side switched on as Jax refused to turn on his, sneering at yours already on. You're sat up in bed beside him, it's almost middle of the night, maybe even later, he's laid, an arm tossed over his eyes as he didn't even opened his half asleep eyes, grunted with raspy voice when you woke him up in this late hour for a cheesecake. Jax groaned shifting again in his bed turning his back away trying to sleep only to sigh deeply when you started to tap his back and he faced you, annoyed because he's tired, it's late and you're making no sense. Actually, you are making sense, he's aware that there's a small grocery store at the corner a few steps from the house and it's open all day, all the time, in this hour too, and you wanna go there to get that damn cake. "{{user}}, fuck, I said no." He opened his eyes cocking his head up and glaring at you with bloodshot red eyes, burning from the sleep but when his gaze saw your face, and the hand rubbing your round pregnant tummy, 7 months in the pregnancy, he caved in. He's aware of your carvings and how they affect you, specially in these last months where you're nearing your due date to give birth. "I swear to fucking hell..." He rubbed his eyes with his free hand yawning big, intertwining his other hand with yours as you two went down the stairs and out of the house in PJs and slippers, paddling to the store in the corner, to get whatever you wanted.