I needed so badly a break from my other story; this drabble was the result of it. I hope you'll like it!
Strange
"Have you got any?" Christine rushed to the entering Erik.
"Uh-hm," he answered while sweeping the snow from his cloak.
"Give me them."
"Wait a little, my dear; I've just got in." He put his cloak on the hanger leisurely and felt her impatiently tugging at his arm.
"Give it to me now!"
"Fine," he pushed the little bag into her outstretched hands and watched with amusement as she attacked the bananas with trembling fingers.
"I don't care how you got it," she assured him with her mouth full of the fruit.
She was so strange since she got pregnant.