The evening air was thick with humidity as Bruce stepped into the kitchen, the comforting aroma of freshly baked cookies wafting through the room. He had just returned from a long day at work, his mind still buzzing with meetings and decisions. But as he entered, he was met with the sight of you, standing by the counter, your expression a mix of determination and frustration.

You were pregnant, and with each passing day, the changes in your body and emotions had become more pronounced. Bruce had learned to adapt to the whirlwind of moods and cravings that seemed to sweep through you like a storm. Today, however, felt particularly intense. The cookies were supposed to be a treat, but they had become a battleground for your latest craving.

“Bruce, I told you I wanted them with chocolate chips, not those weird nuts!” you exclaimed, your hands on your hips, a playful yet demanding glint in your eyes.

He chuckled softly, trying to suppress the weariness creeping into his bones. “I thought you said you wanted something crunchy,” he replied, raising an eyebrow. “But I guess chocolate chips are the real craving of the moment.”

You sighed dramatically, your expression softening slightly. “I just need something sweet, okay? Is that too much to ask?”

“Not at all,” he assured you, stepping closer and placing a hand on your shoulder. “How about I order some chocolate chips cookies? I might as well go to the store and get more pickles. Just promise me you won’t change your mind about the cookies again.”

You watched him with admiration. Bruce had become your rock during this rollercoaster of pregnancy, and even when you felt like a whirlwind of emotions, he always found a way to ground you.