Book 2: So, this is Forever
45 – The plan
Freen's POV
It's the middle of the night, and I'm peacefully dozing off when suddenly, I feel a nudge and hear a whimper beside me. My wife, who's usually a sound sleeper, is wide awake, her eyes shimmering with tears.
"What's wrong, babe?" I ask, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
"It's just... I really need something," she says, her voice trembling with emotion.
I sit up, concerned. "What do you need?"
Her eyes light up with a mix of longing and desperation. "A peanut butter and jelly sandwich... with pickles... and a side of spicy chips."
"With pickles... and spicy chips?" I ask in disbelief, furrowing my eyebrows.
"Yes, Freen! Please, I can't sleep, I'm salivating just thinking about them," Becky responds.
"But babe, you don't like the taste of pickles, and you don't eat spicy food," I remind her gently.
She arches her eyebrows at me. "You know what, you can simply tell me that you don't want to be bothered and prepare things for me. I can do it myself," she exclaims, starting to get out of bed.
I quickly realize my mistake as Becky's emotions heighten with pregnancy hormones. "No, no, wait! I didn't mean it like that," I say, reaching for her hand. "I'm sorry, my love. I'll buy them for you, I promise."
She hesitates for a moment before giving me a small smile. "Okay, but you make it, don't buy ready-made. Let's go to the kitchen, I want to watch you prepare them."
I nod eagerly and guide her to the kitchen. As I prepare her unusual late-night snack, I can't help but marvel at how pregnancy has made her cravings so unpredictable.
I start to assemble the peanut butter and jelly sandwich topped with pickles when Becky stops me.
"Hey, I don't want those," she says, stopping me from opening the chips.
"But it's the spicy chips, Beck," I tell her.
"Ehhhhhh!!! Not ready-made!" she exclaims, and I just cross my eyebrows, wondering how I can make spicy chips.
She seems to understand my confusion and instructs me on her preference, "Get my usual favorite chips and sprinkle them with spicy powder."
I chuckle at her specific instructions and comply, amazed at how she knows exactly what she wants even in the middle of the night.
I gather Becky's favorite chips from the pantry and search for the spicy powder. Thankfully, I find it tucked away in the spice rack. With care, I sprinkle the chips with just the right amount of heat, following Becky's instructions to the letter.
"Here you go, love," I say, presenting her with the customized spicy chips alongside her sandwich.
Her eyes light up with delight as she takes a bite of the sandwich and then a chip. "Mmm, perfect," she says, her face glowing with satisfaction.
Watching her enjoy her late-night snack, I can't help but be filled with amusement and adoration. Her pregnancy cravings have turned our ordinary moments into little adventures, and I love every minute of it.
"Thank you, dada Freen," she says with a cute baby voice, reaching out to squeeze my hand.
My heart melts at her words. "Anything for you, my love."
I reach for a chip, eager to taste my handiwork, but Becky playfully slaps my hand away before I can grab one.
"They're mine," she declares, grabbing the bowl of chips protectively to her chest.
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The beginning of forever
FanfictionFreen Sarocha Chankimha, the magnetic force on campus, effortlessly weaves intelligence, charm, and talent into her captivating persona. As the heiress to the Chankimha Group of Companies, she's the university's enchanting playgirl, turning every he...