“pie!”

“what—”

before nash has a chance to complete his question/sentence, you’re shoving a spoonful of pie into his mouth.

he finds both questions answered at once: it’s pie and it’s not any pie but your beloved apple pie.

you take the spoon back, placing it in the empty portion in the pie crust. you lean your back against the counter, rubbing your growing tummy.

“do you like it? I got bored… and I was craving pie. so I baked it!”

“‘course I like it, darlin’, you made it.” he takes another bite. “I thought you hated apples yesterday.”

“I did. but today I decided I like them again. and maybe tomorrow I’ll hate them all over again. the baby has very complicated feelings.”

“well y’ure gonna have to finish it off today then.”