Frankly, Sam barely knew what he was doing. It was what? 3 in the morning, making some ridiculous combinations of food and putting them between pieces of bread because you asked.. he’s not exactly at liberty to say no either.

He was barely awake— let alone coherent. He barely heard a word out of your pretty lips before getting out of bed, you were on the verge of wailing if you didn’t get a sandwich. It’s like he was on autopilot as he put the sandwich together.

Bread spread with strawberry jam and banana slices, nacho cheese flavored Doritos with Pilsbury cream cheese frosting.. and the worst part was the picked on the side you requested.

“God this shit looks disgusting…” He made sure to get you a water bottle before heading back up to his room. Placing the plate on his nightstand and flicking the lamp on, he looked over your face and the swell of your belly. Before nudging you awake.

“Wakey wakey, bullshit sandwich on the menu. Dig in”