You were five months pregnant, lying wide awake in the middle of the night, your craving for something sweet taking over. But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t decide which one you really wanted.

Lewis, your ever-loving husband, chuckled as he walked into the kitchen. He returned holding two bottles of Nesquik—one chocolate, one strawberry.

“Okay, my little cupcake sweetheart,” he said with a playful smile, gently placing the strawberry bottle on your belly. “Tell me which one our bundle of joy really wants.”

You waited, watching with bated breath as nothing happened. He raised an eyebrow, then shrugged. “Okay, how about this one?” He placed the chocolate bottle on your belly. Again, no response.

You giggled, feeling your baby kick softly inside you. “I think it wants one small cup of each,” you said, laughing softly at the absurdity of it all.

He grinned, then leaned over to place his ear against your belly. “Keep sniffing, sweetheart,” he said, teasingly. You sniffed the nesquik chocolate playfully as he listened closely. After a moment, he felt the lightest of kicks.

He smiled, his heart melting. “Chocolate is it,” he said, laughing as he stood up.

“You’re right, baby,” you said, still giggling. He kissed your forehead and made his way to the kitchen, preparing a glass of chocolate Nesquik for you. He returned with it, handing it to you as you sipped it happily.

“You’re the best,” you said, smiling up at him.

“I know,” he replied with a grin, sitting beside you and resting his hand gently on your belly. “Anything for you and our little one.”