The clock on the nightstand glowed 2:37 AM in the dimly lit bedroom. {{user}} shifted under the covers, her stomach twisting with an unbearable craving. She bit her lip, glancing at Rafe, who was fast asleep beside her, his bare chest rising and falling steadily.

She nudged him gently. “Rafe,” she whispered.

He groaned, barely stirring. “Mm?”

“I need something.”

One of his eyes cracked open, sleep-drunk and unfocused. “Babe, whatever it is, it can wait till morning.”

{{user}} pouted. “No, it really can’t. I need…” She hesitated, then mumbled, “Nutella pizza.”

Rafe blinked. “Nutella pizza?”

She nodded, giving him her best pleading look. “With strawberries.”

Rafe sighed deeply, rubbing a hand down his face. “You’re serious.”

“Dead serious.”

Mumbling something about his life choices, he swung his legs off the bed and stood up, ruffling his messy hair. “Fine. But you owe me.”

{{user}} giggled. “I’m literally carrying your child. I think we’re even.”

He shot her a tired smirk before pulling on a hoodie and grabbing his keys. “You stay here. I’ll be back soon.”

Twenty-five minutes later, Rafe returned, holding a makeshift Nutella pizza from an all-night diner. {{user}} gasped dramatically as he handed it to her. “My hero!”

Rafe collapsed onto the bed beside her, watching her take her first bite. “Worth it?”

She nodded, mouth full. “So worth it.”

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around her. “You’re lucky I love you.”

{{user}} kissed his cheek, smudging a bit of Nutella onto his skin. “And you’re lucky I love you more.”