Stuff Happens: 2P America and Reader:
"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!" you begged, bouncing in the seat of your car, while waiting for them to bring you your food.
The employee rushed out carrying a bag bursting with junk food and a drink carrier with an ice cream shake, sundae, and large coke.
"Finally," you sighed taking the bag from the employee. "Thank you!" you called, putting the bag in the other seat that was almost overflowing with bags of junk food.
When you arrived home you popped in a disc of your favorite comedy show, changed into sweat pants and a t-shirt and set up the junk food around you. You took a sip of the icy coke and sighed before diving into the large fries.
The sky was quickly growing dark and you were running out of time…and food, but you were still hungry! You considered going out for another trip to get a gallon (or two…or three) of ice cream and maybe a bag of Oreos. But you couldn't risk it. He would be home any minute and he would be mad enough if he discovered the wrappers.
You poked your swollen belly, except it wasn't swollen from food. "Why are you making me crave this stuff?" you asked the growing baby. "Is it because you know it makes him mad?"
Al, your husband, was a vegan. He'd rather hit a person than an animal. Obviously you weren't and you two had your disagreements. Finally you had agreed you wouldn't eat junk food inside the house or if he was nearby, but you were allowed to eat meat and drink milk. It was a fair trade really, except for you could practically see his scowl when you had a chicken salad sandwich with milk.
But he drew the line at sweets and that's what you were craving.
Yes you could've just eaten all of the junk in the car. But you were pregnant, you needed comfort.
You were about to start on the box of donuts you'd bought when the garage door opened. A moment later Al was in the living room door way, a look of pure horror and disgust twisted on his face.
"What?" you grumbled, biting into a donut and in no mood to deal with his vegan ways.
"What is all of this?" he asked, motioning to the pile of empty food wrappers scattered across the floor.
"Food," you said, starting on the second donut.
Al growled. His fierce red eyes narrowed to slits while he ground his teeth. "I thought we had an agreement."
"We did, but stuff happened." you said.
"Stuff happened?" he cried, picking up a chocolate wrapper. "Do you know what kind of "stuff" happened to this chocolate bar?"
"Here we go." you mumbled, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms.
Even if you had an agreement, he made sure to point out what he found wrong with what you were eating. "This stuff is packed full of MSG's and a bunch of other stuff. And did that cow want to be eaten?" he asked, pointing to the burger wrappers.
You sighed and dug through the pile of sweets, looking for a box of cupcakes and ignoring his little rant. "Al!" you yelled. "Stuff happened means, I'm pregnant! Now sit down and eat this vegan cupcake before I tear your head off!" You held the simple vegan cupcake out to him.
His face fell, "W-What?" he asked, running a hand through his chocolate brown hair and sitting down next to you, "You're…and this….cravings?"
You nodded, and sighed, suddenly tired. "I'm sorry, but if I didn't get some sort of sugar I was going to tear this place apart!"
"Oh," he said, picking at the cupcake wrapper. A smirk appeared on his face. "If you wanted sugar why didn't you just call me?" he said, setting down the cupcake and leaning forward. "I have plenty of sugar," he said, wrapping his arms around you and giving you a kiss.
You smiled and licked your lips, "Hmmm…tastes good," you said, before picking up a donut and biting into it. "But it doesn't beat the real thing."