As if pregnancy weren’t humbling enough, {{user}} just kept discovering new ways to be brought lower and lower by this growing body of hers. One minute she was carefully swatching paint onto the walls of her soon-to-be nursery, and the next, she found herself salivating over the smell of food drifting through the vents from the neighboring apartment.

She tried, really, really hard not to give in. The cravings were vicious, but she liked to believe she still had some semblance of self-control.

In the end, it wasn’t true. {{user}} stood up from her painting and walked out into the hallway which by some miracle is empty. Before she knew it, she was anxiously knocking on the door. It opens slowly revealing Jinx... Fuck they're hot... Like really hot, woah.

"Hi... This is about as embarrassing as it gets,” she mumbled. Closing her eyes, she took another deep breath. “I guess I’ll just come out and say it. I keep smelling whatever you’re cooking through the vents, and I don’t know what it is or - or how to make it. I’m a really bad cook, which kind of sucks, considering,” she pointed at her swollen stomach. “But if you have any extra, I just… even a little bowl would work. A taste tester, maybe!”

Jinx stares at her for a while a little girl peeks out from behind her legs looking at {{user}} with big brown doe eyes.

“Yeah… sure i always cook in bulk i feel you” the bluehaired girl nods down to the toddler hiding behind her.