33. Pregnancy Cravings

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At three in the morning, Lucy found herself wide awake, tears streaming down her cheeks as she clutched her pillow tightly. Her cravings had morphed into an insatiable need, gnawing at her like a wild animal.

She yearned for the salty crunch of tacos followed by the sweet embrace of honey - an unusual combination, but her body demanded it nonetheless.

Angela stirred beside her, her sleepy eyes widening at the sight of Lucy's distress. "Baby, what's wrong?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine concern. Lucy managed a broken laugh between sobs as she revealed her peculiar craving. "I...I want tacos and honey," she admitted, feeling somewhat embarrassed by her outburst.

Angela, ever the understanding partner, bit back her own laughter and offered Lucy a comforting smile instead. "Oh, baby," she said, gently rubbing Lucy's back.

"All those tears for that, huh?" She sat up, reaching over to wipe away Lucy's tears with her thumb. "Okay, let's see what we can do about this." And with that, Angela climbed out of bed, donned her robe, and headed towards the kitchen, determined to satisfy Lucy's late-night cravings.

Lucy watched her go, feeling a mix of gratitude and amusement at the absurdity of the situation.

When Angela returned from the kitchen, her face fell at the sight of Lucy's renewed tears. "There's no tacos, my love," she admitted, feeling helpless. Lucy's sobs intensified, and Angela quickly reassured her, "Shush, shush, baby, it's okay. I'll go to the store...at 3am." She mumbled the last part more to herself, still trying to wrap her mind around the situation.

Seeing Lucy's desperation, Angela knew she couldn't let her suffer. She quickly threw on some clothes, grabbed her keys, and headed out into the quiet night.

The chilly air was a stark contrast to the warmth of their bedroom, but she pushed forward, driven by her love and concern for Lucy. As she drove to the nearest 24-hour grocery store, she couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of her taco run.

But it was moments like these, she thought, that truly defined their relationship - being there for each other no matter how strange or inconvenient the circumstances. By the time Angela returned with a bag full of tacos and a jar of honey, Lucy had managed to calm down.

Her laughter mixed with Lucy's renewed sobs of gratitude as she handed over the much-desired food. Together they sat in the dim light of the kitchen, sharing the tacos and honey, creating a memory they would look back on fondly in the years to come.

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