Xavier stirred, his dark grey eyes flickering open. He recognized the tone of her voice, one that was used when pregnancy cravings struck. "What's wrong, Darling?"

he asked, his deep, rich voice filled with concern.

"I... I need watermelon with hot sauce,"

Xavier blinked, processing the request the idea of watermelon with hot sauce was unconventional, but he knew that satisfying her craving was a priority.

"Watermelon with hot sauce?"

he repeated, a hint of amusement in his voice