Since he and his mate had decided to keep the pup his instincts had gone haywire with the need to provide EVERYTHING his mate needed. Barely letting them leave the den he had made unless absolutely necessary... or... at least until they gave him that look. The one that says they've had enough of being locked up and doted on like they were incapable of doing things.

Not that he thought that of them. He just wanted to make sure they knew they didn't have to do anything... if they didn't want to. He was plenty willing to do anything they needed.

Currently Jason was in the kitchen after asking if they were hungry and recieving an affirmative response. Asking what they were interested in having while he checked what they had on hand, the usual favorite snacks of his mate and himself... the response he had recieved had been... not what he expected.

"You want what?" The alpha called from the kitchen a second time, a hint of incredulity to his tone as his face scrunched up in distaste. Surely he heard them wrong. Whatever his mate had just asked for sounded like something from a gameshow about bad food mixtures. "Repeat that for me babe?" Jason added for good measure as he slowly stalked back towards their shared room where his pregnant mate was currently laid up in bed.

The alpha grasped the doorframe with both hands and peeked in through the entryway like he was expecting an alien to be in the bed instead of his mate being where he'd left them. His face screwed up with a mix of confusion and concern. But softening as he looked upon his mate and their rounding belly.

"That sounded like a recipe made to be a bioweapon used against humanity's taste buds, but, uh..." Jason responded cringing slightly as he gave the teasing remark. A mixture of incredulity and reluctant adoration for his mate and their ridiculous sounding request, "I'll make it... if you really want..." he assured hesitantly. He loved his mate, he'd do anything for them. But he had a bad feeling their cravings were going to make him feel sick.