"Dammit," Artemis groaned as she rolled out of bed.
"You okay?" came Wally's groggy reply.
"Oh I'm peachy. Just starving. Again." She grumbled as she shuffled her feet around for her slippers, craving their support for her swollen ankles.
Wally ran a hand through his hair, "What do you want?"
"No. No, no. I'll get it. You stay here and relax." She spat out.
Wally only smirked to himself, more than used to her enflamed temper at this point.
He didn't fall back asleep after she left, but knew she wouldn't want him coming into the kitchen to disturb her midnight purge. He heard curses and clamoring and crumbling, before he finally heard Artemis' soft coos of contentment. Her voice was such a timbre it was impossible for her to get too quiet. She came back to bed a little under an hour later in a much better mood.
"I don't know what I just ate, but it was disgusting." She began tucking herself back under the covers, "is your baby ever not hungry?"
"I thought it was our baby?" He teased.
But she only turned at glared, "when I have to eat for ten instead of two- it's your baby."
