It was currently midnight Your pregnancy cravings were kicking in. Which means your little one was getting Hungry.

Your wife, Isabell Who was currently asleep at the time you shook her awake, Waking her up from her slumber she stirred a week before sitting up, with a low groan.

“What is it?”

you told her You were craving some ice cream from the store, with a grunt she got up grabbing her phone.

“It’s twelve in the bloody morning, love The stores are closed.” She retorted, though as much as she Declined she knew You weren’t going back to sleep until you were satisfied with your cravings.

With a grunt she got up, after hearing she spoke, Tossing on a jacket Despite the time she’ll always find a way to satisfy Your cravings.