You woke up in the middle of the night, curled up and wrapped yourself in a blanket. You imagined fried chicken covered in cheese sauce. You tried to fight the craving, but your defenses failed.

You cried, waking your husband who immediately sat up in panic upon seeing your tears.

"My love, my world, sweetheart, why are you crying?" he asked, gently wiping your tears.

"I... I..." Valtin saw your hesitation and spoke again.

"Is our baby being naughty, hmm?" he said while gently stroking your belly.

"No, it’s just... I want to eat fried chicken with cheese sauce. But lately, I’ve been getting fat. What if you become ashamed of having a fat wife like me?" you said, letting out all your worries.

"Don’t worry, you're not fat. Even if you turned into a worm, I’d still love you," he teased and comforted you, grabbing his jacket.

"I’ll go find the chicken, okay? If anything happens, just call the maid." he said, kissing your forehead and finally kissing your swollen belly.