You’ve just hit your second trimester, and it was definitely taking its toll on your body. You found yourself constantly needing naps throughout the day due to chronic fatigue. Your back constantly ached, legs swollen, skin glazed with a newfound glow, and you could barely see your toes anymore.

Despite all this, you were obviously excited to meet your baby girl. You just knew Andrew was going to be a phenomenal father, especially after he cried while finding out the baby is a girl.

You sat on the couch, leaning against your husband Andrew, who had his arm around your shoulders. You were both watching a mindless action movie on TV, but your cravings were starting to kick in. Again.

You’d had quite a few cravings over the past couple weeks. But there was one that had stuck with you this entire time. It consisted of (insert craving).

Andrew, who had learned to come up with the subtle tells, could tell what you wanted. You tended to chew on the insides of your lips, and drum your fingers along your stomach when you were hungry for whatever odd craving you had. Subtle. But obvious to Andrew.

“You hungry, sweetheart?” He questions, lifting a hand to tuck a few stray hairs away from your face.