25 Day OTP Christmas Challenge!

Ugly Sweaters

Anna (Modern AU/Pregnancy)

I dig my spoon into the ice cream carton, and take a bite. "Ugghh, whats wrong with my food cravings?" I ask myself.

Just then, I hear my husband enter the kitchen, "Anna, are you in here?" He asks.

"Yeah." I mumble.

He turns on the light, we both take a moment to adjust our eyes. "There you are. I got a little worried when I woke up and didn't find you in bed with me. Is that ice cream... and pickles?" He asks.

I nod, "Yeah." I take another bite of my concoction.

He takes a seat across from me "Anna, it's 2:30 in the morning and you're eating pickle ice cream?" He asks.

I dig my spoon into the carton "You try bring five months pregnant, and see how you like it!" I yell, immediately feeling guilty. "I'm sorry... my emotions have been everywhere lately... I didn't mean to shout." I whisper.

He takes my hand "Hey, it's ok. I can't imagine what you're going through right now, and I need to be here for you... even if you act a little insane." He jests.

I pull my hand away and pout "Gee, thanks! That's exactly what a pregnant woman wants to hear!" I complain.

He laughs "Sorry, love. I didn't mean it like that. You know how excited I am about becoming a father, and I'm sure you know that." He says.

I smile "I know..." I mutter.

"Oh! I completely forgot! I got us something!" He exclaims.

Oh gods... what did he do this time? "Why does that scare me?" I ask.

"Just stay right there! I'll be right back!" He commands, and runs into the other room.

Aaron Purr jumps on the table, he's not so much of a kitten anymore. I sigh, and pet my cat "Oh gods Aaron... what does he have planed?" I ask.

Just then, Chrom enters the room once more, holding two sweaters. "Here." He tosses me one.

I unfold it, and look at what's printed " "Bun in the oven". Really Chrom?" I ask.

"It gets better!" He unfolds his sweater, and holds it out.

Oh for the love of the gods, no...

"You get it? It says "Bun maker!" How great is that?!" He asks.

"Chrom no."

"Chrom yes!"

I groan, "We are never wearing these, ever." I command.

"Yes we are! In fact, we are wearing these to everyone's Christmas party this year!" He exclaims.

I burry my face in my hands. "Why meeeeeeee?"