Cheeks Pink

Weird craving

*Sorry for any wrong typos

*This part can continue the story but can also stand independent
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In the middle of the night, Taylor's eyes snap open, staring at the ceiling. She stays still in her husband's arms, wrapped tightly around her. Her thoughts begin to wander, *Little baby, please, not now. We can eat tomorrow morning, I promise. I'll eat as much as you want. Let's just go back to sleep.* She squeezes her eyes shut, shaking her head slightly, trying to push the cravings away.

But it doesn't take long for her eyes to open again. *Fine, little one, if I don't eat, you won't let me sleep, right?* With a sigh, Taylor carefully turns to look at her husband, Travis, who's sound asleep beside her. He's exhausted from practice, and the last thing she wants is to wake him. As she slowly tries to slip out of his arms, Travis stirs, his instincts on alert.

"Honey," Travis mumbles, his voice thick with sleep, "you okay?" His eyes blink open, adjusting to the dark as he searches for her.

"Did I wake you?" Taylor asks, her voice soft and a little sheepish.

"Nah, not really," he says, rubbing his eyes before sitting up. "Why are you up, babe? You hurt or something?"

Taylor shakes her head and smiles, her hand reaching out to gently stroke his cheek. "I'm fine, Trav, don't worry. I just got hungry all of a sudden. I was going to head downstairs to grab something."

"Oh, you're hungry?" Travis chuckles, pressing his face into her palm. "You should've woken me up. Let's go make something together."

"No, no," Taylor says quickly, stopping him from getting out of bed. "You need your rest, baby. I can handle it."

Travis grins, his hand resting on her growing belly. "I'm good, sweetie. I've got the day off tomorrow. Besides, we can't leave both of you hungry. You barely ate tonight—this is a good sign."

With that, he swings his legs out of bed and pulls her along, leading her downstairs to the kitchen. He turns on the light, guiding her to sit by the kitchen island.

"Trav, what are you doing? I can cook," Taylor protests, but Travis shakes his head, gently pushing her back into her seat.

"Sit tight," he says, grabbing and tying an apron around his waist. "Mama always said if the pregnant one cooks, they lose their appetite. I've noticed it happens to you too, so I'm taking over this time."

"Babe, you barely cook. Are you sure about this?" Taylor teases, knowing he's right. She loves cooking for others, but lately, the smell of food after cooking has been hard to handle.

Travis smiles, turning to her with a playful gleam in his eyes. "I've been your sous chef long enough. I've learned a few things. Just tell me what to do, and I'll handle it."

He kisses the top of her head and moves toward the fridge. "So, what does my lady feel like eating?"

"I think we have some cabbage and beef. How about stir-fried noodles with that?"

Travis nods and pulls out the ingredients. "Alright, just chop the cabbage, wash it, and slice the beef thin, right?"

"Yep, and don't forget to boil the noodles first. Strain them under cold water after," Taylor instructs, watching as Travis moves around the kitchen with surprising skill.

As he rinses the noodles under cold water, Taylor's eyes follow him, a smirk playing on her lips. "Babe, you look really hot in that apron."

Travis laughs, not even turning around. "I can feel that look, even with my back turned."