Mao Mao's Valentine's 2020 ♡

Box of Chocolates

Word Count: 430

Warning: None

Nothing. And by nothing it meant every chocolatier, pastry chef and confection based artist in all of Pure Heart Valley could not satiate the dire cravings of the Queen. Zu finally gave up in her search to look for the right sweet treat to quench her pregnancy fueled craving.

Draped over the plush chaise at the foot of her neatly made bed. Zu didn't even get up when she heard the creak to her door open. And definitely didn't move when Mao's trailing voice followed with whatever narrative he was trying to unload onto her.

"Mao," Zu groaned, arm draped over her face in the wicked embrace of her cravings not being met, "I don't care what Badgerclops did or Adorabat ate or whatever I just don't right now."

Familiarized with his soon to be wife's little tantrums like this. Mao knew the quickest way to her heart was to just give the lioness what he'd brought with him. But then again seeing this calm and collected mighty warrior throwing herself into the arms of death for not getting what she craved was almost too good to pass up.

"Well I guess the magnificent Snugglemange family will just perish now that you can't give the little one what they need," Mao teased.

Growling Zu refused still not to move just yet, "Don't test me today sheriff I've had a-"

"Guess I'll just have to get rid of these two dozen boxes of discount chocolate that I got since last year I noticed you like them-"

"Pierre Pierre's Mighty Delicious Delicacies?!" Zu sprung up at the mention of her absolute favorite snackable candy since Mao had unearthed the little shop out on the hillside away from anything Zu knew in town.

Mao grinned mischievously holding up the three boxes in the bag he brought. The other dozen or so boxes he didn't want to admit to buying just yet. He'd braced for a hug but nothing like when she launched herself from the chaise to tackle him down to the ground, "Careful careful-"

"I'm pregnant not broken!" Zu sat herself on Mao. Not letting him get up as she snatched the prizes away from him. This is what she was looking for. This is what the baby wanted.

Not twenty seconds in and she had half the box devoured. Mao couldn't breath under her but seeing the chocolate smeared content grin on her face between fistfuls of discount chocolate. With all the chocolatiers, pastry chefs and confectioners in the valley. Only Mao really knew what the mother of his child wanted.