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Crazy Girl (Don't You Know That I Love You)

2 months later...

"I know sweetheart but-"

She stops to listen to the brown girl on the other side of the phone. It's 3 am and she's standing in her pajama pants, a black hoodie, and Normani's  fuzzy slippers that don't fit her but were the warmest and closest thing nearby. It's the beginning of December and one of the coldest days they've had in Florida thus far and she is half asleep standing in Walmart looking for the chocolate cake that her girlfriend 'needed' in order to feel better and go to sleep. It's not just any chocolate cake she desires - oh no. It's the Walmart bakery, Paula Deen recipe, moist and delicious, triple chocolate bundt cake that Y/n is sure is a diabetic coma waiting to happen, but her pregnant girlfriend, mother of her unborn child, is requesting - nay, DEMANDING - this cake.

And Walmart has let her down.

"Baby, I promise you I've looked everywhere and-"

She tries. Oh boy, does she try, but Normani's  cravings cannot be denied and listening to the love of her life, crying over the phone about the cocoa goodness that their firstborn is 'kicking her ribs' in a desperate plea to receive.......well that leaves Y/n with one choice and one choice only. She finds the most grandmotherly looking employee she can find and gives her the most pitiful look she can muster (which in her disheveled state must have been too easy) and the woman proceeds to help her look for all the ingredients necessary to make a warm, fudge drizzled chocolate cake.

"I'll be home soon, Normani. I promise, you and Yana will have your cake," she assures her. "I love you."

By the time she makes it home, Normani is already asleep in their bed, clearly exhausted from her emotional breakdown over Paula Deen's inability to keep Walmart's shelves stocked with the proper pregnancy-craving essentials. 'Who is this woman?' Normani had yelled into the phone, her voice croaking through sobs. 'Doesn't she know this shit is not a fucking joke?? How dare she leave our child hanging like this?! Y/n.....Y/n?.....Y/N??!!'

At 5am, Layne wakes up in search of water and makes his way into the kitchen to find his sister, face down on the island counter top waiting for the buzzer to go off and alert her to remove the cake from the oven.

"I see Yana has taken your wife's body hostage again, huh?" he teases.

"It's not healthy," Y/n mumbles against the marble surface, "The amount of chocolate she's asking for and the amount of sleep I'm missing..."

"Ahh yes," the male twin sighs, "The joys of motherhood. And she's not even born yet. Just wait til you get diaper duty."

"Shut it, fucker," she grumbles as the timer goes off. "Ughhh, now all I have to do is make the chocolate drizzle stuff to put on the top.."

"Mmmmm, I love that stuff. Walmart didn't have any-"

"NO!" Y/n cuts him off. "No, they did not and I listened to her cry for 6 minutes over the phone because of it. After 1 minute I had already located a Walmart employee that I thought MIGHT look like they had made a cake before, and consulted her about what I needed to do just that. And this, brother, is the result of that. A cake, for my girlfriend and our child, because PAULA FUCKING DEEN has gotten my unborn baby addicted to whatever crack she puts in her goddamn cakes."

"Right," he smiles, "Well....I'm going back to bed. Carry on."

"Fuck you."

"Yes, Dinah does that, very well in fact." he jokes as he walks back down the hall.

Y/n looks down to see the new wolf dog puppy, a gift from Dinah and Layne, staring at her with his head cocked to the side. Sure, Mace was a gift for her and they played together all the time, but that little boy was 100% Normani's  - growling at anyone who yelled too loudly at her or touched her with too much force. Even now, he looks as if he's judging Y/n for not being able to grant her girlfriend's wish quickly enough. She snarls at him and his ears go back giving a light growl.