I was hungry. The first three months of my pregnancy, I couldn't eat anything. Then the following three months, I ate everything.

It was getting to the point where I was ordering two whole meals at restaurants, and habitually just taking things off Vincent's plate, and he would let me, staring at me like I hung the moon and stars.

And my cravings, were actually insane.

I had woken up for the 8th time that night to pee and I was so upset that the dream I had was interrupted. So now, here I was, crying literal tears and I couldn't stop.

Stupid fuckin' hormones.

I thought I was being silent, but then I felt Vincent turn around to face me, "Ezra, baby are you crying?"

I blubbered out a hasty 'no' and Vincent obviously didn't buy it, as he sat up and turned the nightstand light on. He began rubbing my back, "Ezra, calm down baby you're going to get sick again." He said in his sleepy voice.

But I don't think he understood, I couldn't stop crying.

"Baby, you gotta tell me what's wrong."

"Don't laugh." She cried out, and I knew I was going to want to laugh, but I refrained, "I had a dream about a frosty from wendy's and I really need one." She sobbed louder, putting her face into her hands.

I looked at my phone to see the time, 3:48am.

Oh god

I rubbed my eyes before dragging my hand down my face, "I'm sorry." She cried even harder, "You don't have to get one right now."

"Ezra, baby it's fine. I'll go right now, sweetheart, I don't mind."

I promised I'd give her the world, so what was a frosty?

She looked like she wanted to decline, but I spoke first, "Ezra, I'm serious. Your carrying our baby, a baby that I helped put in you, okay. You're the most important person in the world, I can manage to get you a frosty sweetheart." I solidified.

One thing Ezra needed during this pregnancy, was reassurance. Reassurance that I wasn't mad or irritated with her when she asked for her random food cravings. She was very hormonal, I knew that, so I didn't hold anything against her.

While on top of being hormonal and emotional, she had been very horny. Very very fucking horny, which was almost my favorite part of the whole pregnancy thing,

I got into the car and pulled to the gate, and the guards immediately walked up to the window, suspicious as to why I was leaving so late, or was it early?

"All good sir?" Carlton asked, and I told him I was just getting Ezra some food. He knew she was pregnant, and nodded his head, "We could've ran there and picked something up if she needed it."

I shook my head, "No it's alright, I got it."

I know I could've called in a random security guard to get Ezra some wendy's, but she was my wife, and the least I could do was get her wendy's. I mean, she was growing me a whole baby.

I was a few minutes away when my phone rang and I saw ezra's name pop up, "Yeah baby?"

"Will you get me some chicken nuggets too?" She sniffled.

She's so fuckin' cute. I love my pregnant Ezra, she makes me want ten more.

"Need anything else?"

"Are you going to the wendy's on 2nd?" She confirmed, and I smiled.

I know you like the back of my hand, little one.

"Sour gummy worms?"

"Please."

"Yes baby, I'll stop there right after wendy's." I confirmed, looking down at my apparel. I wish I would've known I had to run into the store. I could've at least changed out of my plaid pajama pants and house slippers.

I mean, I should've known that she would want them, but I woke up from a dead sleep, so I wasn't too hard on myself.

I was at wendy's soon after, and I ordered her a large chocolate frosty and a 20 piece nugget before making my way to the gas station.

I got out of my car and walked inside heading straight for the candy session. I looked around and found the sour worms, picking up a few packs. I walked to the register, and the man cashed me out and I went back home to my hungry wife. Ezra was waiting in the kitchen for me with her hot sauce ready to go.

Another thing about pregnant Ezra, she absolutely demolished anything spicy. It freaked me out at first, I'm not going to lie, so much so I called the doctor while I was at work and asked if it was safe, and they confirmed it was all good as long as it wasn't above a certain level.

I sat the wendy's down in front of her, and she grabbed in the bag and got her nuggets, before reaching up and kissing me all over the face, and in between her kisses she told me, "I love you. I love you. I love you."

"I love you more sweetheart." I confirmed, as I stole one of her nuggets and Ezra narrowed her eyes at me, but I spoke again before she could and placing my hands on her growing belly, "And even though you're making mommy have some intense cravings, I still love you very much my sweet girl."

Ezra and I had found out a few weeks back that we were having a little girl, our first daughter. Saying I was ecstatic was an understatement, I don't think I've ever been happier with anything, well, besides meeting my Ezra.

Ezra looked up over her shoulder and smiled at me, "You happy we're having a daughter?"

"Of course, a little girl that's half me, half you? Sign me up." I smiled, "Thank you for giving me a baby."

"You're very welcome." She smiled back, "Now where are my sour worms?"