The First Time I Saw You

Chapter 21

"Don't laugh..." Claire pouted in the dark, her request just making Owen start laughing even more.

It was three in the morning and Claire's tummy wouldn't stop growling. It was the softest and most adorable sound. The mother to be was starving but was not saying anything, because her fiancé had spent dinner teasing her about how much she was eating, making her feel self-conscious and guilty about her huge appetite.

Claire nuzzled into his neck and whimpered as they cuddled in bed, his hand gently feeling that tiny four month pregnant baby bump growing under her skin.

"It's not a funny laugh...it's a cute laugh." He promised between his chuckles before kissing her forehead. "Baby, if you are hungry just eat."

"No..." She pouted. "You think it's funny and when I get all fat you won't love me no more." That was the hormones speaking.

"Believe it or not, the more your belly grows, the more I love you." He reassured her. Claire shook her head and hid in the crook of his neck. "What are you hungry for, gorgeous? I'll get it for you." He genuinely offered.

Claire's green eyes grew big: the moonlight slipping between the close blinds of her bedroom window was enough for Owen to notice. "That's a very complex question." She blushed.

"Let's see...we have some leftover pizza "

"Had." Claire corrected him.

"Okay. We have some of that stuff from Nobu—"

"Had." Claire shook her head.

"When did you eat all that?" Owen looked down, brushing his fingers through her hair.

"I take the left overs to work with me every day." She confessed guiltily.

Owen didn't say anything about that and just nodded, not believing she was eating more than he thought. The two of them were now having 6 meals together every day and just now, he was finding out it was more than that for her.

"I want waffles." Claire finally confessed.

"Waffles?" They didn't have waffles, but if mommy wanted waffles then he was getting her waffles.

"Yes." She nodded, "Soaked in maple syrup, like, 'sponge filled with water' level of soaked." Claire nibbled on her lips, savoring it already. "Oh and scrambled eggs! Like, you know, making like a sandwich? And bacon! I love bacon!"

Owen nodded and let her kiss him softly a couple of times. The sound of their lips smacking filling the room. "I'll be right back." He promised and shifted away from her so he could get out of bed.

"Where are you going?" Claire frowned, her arms wrapped tightly around his bicep like a baby koala.

"To get your waffles, babe." He managed to sit down on the edge of the bed, Claire glued to his arm.

"No...it's three am and I don't want you to leave the bed." She pouted.

"It will take me five minutes!"

Claire frowned and nodded before she slowly let go of him. He kissed her a couple of times before he put his jeans back on and threw a shirt on. Claire snuggled into his pillow and slowly closed her eyes, going back to sleep while he went looking for waffles around an island that had every restaurant closed by then.

Owen got on his bike and headed straight to the only possible place that might help him out. Main Street was completely deserted, as well as the employees cafeteria.

It was the Hilton Resort that handled the graveyard employees' meals and so Owen had headed there. He told the chef the special request his fiancée had, and they got on it immediately.