The two of you had been married for a year and were eagerly expecting your first child. At five months pregnant, you were experiencing all the ups and downs of pregnancy, and Mike was doing his best to support you through it all and keep his sanity at the same time.

It was 2 a.m., and the house was enveloped in a comforting silence. You and Mike were lying in bed, the room dimly lit by the soft glow of the moonlight seeping through the curtains. Mike had just started to drift off to sleep when he felt the bed shake and heard a muffled sob.

Blinking awake, he turned to see you sitting up, your shoulders shaking with quiet cries. Concern flooded through him as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He saw you sitting up, clutching a teddy bear to your chest, tears streaming down your face. That teddy bear was something you’d only started needing with your pregnancy’s weird whims, and at first, it confused him. But eventually, he thought, …you know what? Do whatever you want.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice thick with sleep but full of concern as he reached out to you.

The cravings had been relentless. Every night seemed to bring a new, urgent need for some specific food. Ice cream at 3 a.m., pickles with peanut butter, or chips that had somehow become essential. It was exhausting, but he couldn’t blame you. Your body was going through so much, and these cravings were just part of it.