i don't know whats going on anymore. "Mikky, it's okay-" everything feels like it's just going to.....end- "It's just some cooki-"
"IT'S NOT JUST SOME COOKIES!" I cry out, tears drowning my face, "they were the best cookies i have EVER had and-and now-and now there gone!" I wail dramatically while everyone else slowly tries to leave the room.
"mums got some more in the oven right as we speak. is that what you want? some more nice, fresh, still hot cookies-"
"with chocolate chips-" I murmer.
"with chocolate chips." he smiles.
"and strawberries on top?" I sniffle, looking up to him.
"with strawberries on top." he nods and i nod, accepting it. my hand rubbing my underbelly while my brothers are with the twins and Jay is helping mum..............
"can i have peanut butter on them?" i innocently ask, looking up to catch his grimace and that's it-"You think i'm gross!" I burst into another fit of tears while his eyes widen.
"no-no-no-"
"This is why we don't have sex anymore isn't it?!" I sob.
"no, it's not, look, i'll even try some to prove i don't think your gross." he panics. holding onto my shoulders while i continue to cry.
"really?" I sob.
"yeah, really, and we're not having sex because of the pups, you know we can't." it's true. my fat ass made it to the deadline. i'm currently three days over due date, they said if i don't start getting contractions this week they'll kick me up the backside and force me into labour. but they said that they'll be patient because my babies aren't even ready yet. it's a waiting game now.
"they're ready-" i instantly forget about the current situation. abandoning it completely to see cookies.........without strawberries.......no peanut butter..."what's wrong?" she whispers.
"w-where's the strawberries and peanutbutter?" I whimper, her face scrunching up.
"oh hunny, there wasn't any-"
"i ate all the strawberries and peanutbutter?!" I raise my voice when theres a slam and i scream bloody murder.
"WE'RE BACK!" i stare over at my brothers, seeing the two boys strapped to there chests while they hold up bags. my hand over my mouth as the others force themselves not to laugh............those ASSHOLES.
i let out a growl and take my shoe off, "Mikky-"
"hay-hay, we're sorry, we got your goods, we've got it all!" he shouts as i hold the shoe high. food? i glance to the bag.
"what type of goods?" i hum curiously, my stomach wanting more nom noms.
"the best." he smirks......
"ugh, so good-" i groan, the warm, doughy crunch of the cookie going so well with strawberries and pickle juice. the pickles go so well with the peanut butter and butter goes so-so-so-SO well with.......well everything. "Lozy, i wanna divorce." I hum.
"we're not married yet baby-"
"well can i pretend we're married so i can divorce you for this food?" I ask with my mouth full.
"you know, i'd be sad about that, but then i remembered your pregnant and that your relationship with food will be weird for the whole duration of said pregnancy." he smiles and leans around and pecks my lips......i don't want food no more. i swollow my last bit while my eyes follow the sexy beast called my mate. "yes, baby Milk?" he smirks, looking over to me.
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Lavender
Fantasia boy, a child who looks so pure, hair as white as milk, eyes as white as a snow flake, pale skin from lack of sunlight....who would have known he struggles so much. his family is full of Alpha's, the house he lives in is full of Alpha's, but when...
