So, SO sorry for not updating. Ugh, I've been busy. I apologize!
Harry:
You are six months pregnant with your husband, Harry's, baby. You were experiencing tons of new things, but the cravings affected you the most.
"Ugh, Harry! We have no food in this house!" You shouted to your husband.
Harry comes walking into the kitchen and opens the cupboards. "Y/N. We have tons of food."
"Yeah, but nothing appetizing." You cross your arms.
"Cravings?" He asked, placing his hands on your hips. You nodded.
"What would you like? I can go get whatever it is that you're craving." He smiles at you.
"Ummm..." You thought for a moment, not sure what you were in the mood for exactly. "I want a chocolate cake...oh! With mashed potatoes and gravy. And onion rings."
He chuckles. "Odd, but you want it. Anything else?"
"Pickles?" You gave him the puppy eyes.
"Anything for you dear." He kissed your forehead.
"You're the best babe." You smiled.
"I know. I'll be back shortly."
"Okay. Thanks baby."
"You're welcome. Oh and Y/N?"
"Yeah?"
"Our baby is going to have the oddest appetite."
You laughed as he left.
Niall:
"Babe! I'm home!" Your husband Niall said as he shut the front door.
"I'm in the family room!" You shout back to him.
You would've gotten up to greet him like you normally do, but getting up and down was harder for you to do now that your belly was huge. You were seven months pregnant with twins; a boy and a girl.
"Hi princess." Niall walks in and plops on the couch beside you. He places a kiss on your lips and then kisses your stomach.
"How was your day?" You asked him.
"Hectic. Like normal. I'm glad they let us leave early today." He laughs. "How was your day? Kids being boogers?"
"When are they not? One of them kicked me so hard today I was sure one of my ribs would've broken. Thank goodness it didn't. I can't wait for these monsters to get out." You run your belly.
"Aww, be nice to mummy, babies." You both laugh.
"Want me to make you dinner?" He gets up and heads to the kitchen.
"Sure, what do you have in mind?" You call back to him.
"Lasagna."
"Okay. Hey babe?"
"Yeah?"
"Since you're up, can you bring me the jar of pickles and a bag of chips from the kitchen?"
"Sure thing princess." He chuckled.
"Thanks." You hear him mumble "you and your cravings."
Louis:
You were sitting at the kitchen table waiting for Louis, your husband, to get home with the groceries.
You were starving. You couldn't help it though; you were pregnant and needed to feed the growing baby inside of you. You enjoyed being pregnant. The only thing you disliked however was the cravings. They appeared randomly, and you had a specific craving for something you've disliked your whole life.
You heard the front door open and close. Louis came into the kitchen with two paper bags in his hands. "I got what you wanted, and more!" He grinned, quite proud he accomplished a shopping trip on his own.
You got up and peered into one of the bags. With a devilish grin on your face, you pulled out six jars of dill pickles. You gathered them all up into your arms and scurried out of the kitchen slowly.
"Babe, I don't think you should be car-"
"I GOT THIS UNDER CONTROL!" You shout as you make your way to the couch with your beloved pickles.
Liam:
"That looks absolutely horrific Y/N." Liam looked down at your plate in disgust.
"It's so good! Here, try it!" You shove a forkfull of your "creation" in his face. He jumps from his seat immediately.
"No way! Keep it away from me!"
You shrugged. "Fine then, more for me!" You shoveled your concoction into your mouth, grinning at Liam.
"I think I'm going to be sick." He covers his mouth with his hand.
"You don't know what you're missing!" You shout with your mouthful as Liam rushes to the bathroom.
A few moments later he comes back out and peeks around the corner. "I can't wait for our baby to arrive. Your cravings are so unusual Y/N."
You just simply grin at him once more as he walks away mumbling "why oh why couldn't she just crave pickles?"
Zayn:
"Zayn? We need more green beans!"
You were pregnant, and you've been craving green beans the entire time.
"Zayn?" You called out when he didn't answer. Not wanting to waste the little energy you did have, you grabbed your cell and dialed him.
"Zayn. Where are you? I called out for you but you didn't reply."
"I'm at the store, silly. I told you."
"Oh. Well can you pick up some more green beans please?"
"Oh I did. A whole cart full of beans."
"Really? Aww, you're the best baby!"
"I know, I know. I'm going to go check out now so I can get home, okay?"
"Okay. Love you."
"Love you too baby." He ended the call.
You smiled knowing he was bringing home green beans.
And there we go! Funny prego cravings. Funny story: the craving from Harry's part is what my Mom actually craved when she was pregnant with me. Yeah. Chocolate cake with mashed potatoes and gravy ON TOP. Quite gross if you ask me. Lol
