Six months pregnant, and you couldn’t stop the cravings. Fortunately, your husband was always there, indulging every weird food desire you had. Whether it was a midnight snack or a back rub, he was your rock.

But tonight, it was 2 AM, and you found yourself whining about another craving.

He groggily opened his eyes, his voice thick with sleep as he squinted at you. "You’re asking me to cook pancakes now?"