Chapter199

#Chapter199

Things have reached a whole extra level of crazy

Alex

I went into my last trimester and was getting antsy. The babies kicking and moving up a storm, making comfort impossible, as was sleep. I used Ryan as a body pillow to give me support. The top thing my husband is cuddly.

My cravings got stranger by the minute and sending him to a store run at two in the morning was normal. I remember one night I woke up and turned on the light next to the bed. I turned to him, /"Ryan, I want ice cream and chips./"

/"Now,/" he asked in a half-asleep tone.

/"Yes, please,/" I whined.

/"Okay,/" he sat up, yawning, shoving his feet into a pair of shoes, and threw on a jacket heading out the door. A few minutes later, he returned with a carton of ice cream and a bag of chips. I opened the bag of chips and the container of ice cream. I grabbed a handful of chips and crushed them into the ice cream, and dug in. Don’t judge.