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Kindergarten, Pogues, the whole shebang. You and JJ were practically joined at the hip since you were kids, and now, here you were, twenty years, living in Poguelandia 2.0 with the rest of the crew – John B, Sarah, Pope, Cleo, Kiara, and JJ. Pretty wild, huh?

Four years. That's how long you and JJ had been officially a thing. Though, let's be real, there was always something there, even before the "official" label. JJ's got his surf and fishing shop now, which is kinda perfect for him.

You guys? Total lovebirds.

All the time. But even after all this time, all the… ahem… heated nights, there's still no real "plan." Except for this little surprise you're carrying.

You were sprawled on the living room couch, refusing to budge. JJ was hovering, looking a little stressed.

"Babe, it's almost midnight," he whined, running a hand through his hair. "Let's go to bed."

Pope and Cleo were doing dishes in the kitchen, giggling about something. Sarah and John B were all cuddled up on the other couch, totally oblivious. Kiara was next to you, watching the whole thing with a smirk.

"I want ice cream," you declared, your voice taking on that specific, demanding edge that only pregnancy cravings could produce. It was a random craving, of course. One of many that had been driving JJ absolutely crazy for the past few weeks. The pregnancy was unplanned, a delightful surprise that had thrilled JJ and the Pogues to no end. but those cravings were seriously no joke.

JJ was getting a crash course in the weird and wonderful world of pregnancy cravings, and it was driving him nuts. But in a good way, mostly.

JJ sighed, already giving in. He knew that tone. "Ice cream?" he repeated, trying not to laugh.

You nodded, dead serious. "Mint chocolate chip," you declared.

He looked at you for a second, then threw his hands up.

"Yes, ma'am," he said, giving you a mock salute.

He was totally whipped, and he knew it. But honestly? He wouldn't have it any other way.