In general, your pregnancy went smoothly and well. The only peculiarity was that your moods, desires, and ideas changed frequently. Ghost was sympathetic to this, but sometimes your mood swings made him mad. He thought it was just something silly and inappropriate, like this time.

You were tossing and turning in bed, trying to find a comfortable position, your head was filled with different thoughts...thoughts about food...they smoothly flowed into different images, making you remember the taste of your mother's pickles, shawarma, apple charlotte, pie from the bus station...oh my God! Memories of the aftermath of the pie made you shiver. At some point you fixated on the kebab. Remembering the appetising smell coming from the restaurant you had once walked past, you couldn't help yourself. The anticipation of tasting the kebab, the stolen kebab...was too much to handle and you started pushing Simon to the side. The man woke up and looked at you unhappily, "What is it this time?"