You groaned as you stuffed another poky stick in your mouth. You were really getting sick of these outrageous food cravings, and the fact that Alfred kept offering ou food didn't make it any better. You were concerned about your diet the day you found out about the pregnancy. You had explained your plan of eating good for the baby to Alfred, and how he we suppose to hold you accountable on your diet. But he wasn't the best person to rely on, even if he was your husband.
"Aaaalllffreeddd," you groaned and rubbed your protruded belly.
Alfred peeked out from his newspaper, his blue eyes glistening, "Yes honey?"
You gave Alfred a needy stare, "You're suppose to keep me on my diet, remember?"
"Oh yeah... Sorry," Alfred not sure of what to say gazed back down at the newspaper. You puffed your cheeks out in annoyance, some reliability buddy he was.
The next day you and him were out for lunch. Alfred and you had spent the morning and half of the afternoon walking around town window shopping for cute clothes and miscellaneous things for the baby. Alfred's stomach grumbled sounding close to what a starving whale might sound like.
"Looks like the baby's hungry!" Alfred rubbed your tummy trying to play off the fact it was actually him who made that sound.
You smiled and held his hand, "Alright, where do you want to go?"
Alfred ended up dragging you to T.F.I Fridays, it was a beautiful day so the two of you decided to sit outside. The waitress, who looked like she belonged in a motorcycle gang, came up to your table, "May I take your order?"
You were surprised at how friendly she was, but of course Alfred was the first to order, "Yeah I'd like the sundae split as an appetizer, then for meal I'd like your Angus burger."
Your mouth was drooling at how good that sounded. Without a second thought you ordered the same thing. "Oh yeah can I have the berry lemonade too please?"
The waitress took the menus, "Coming right up."
Alfred smiled and pinched your cheeks, "You are so adorable and amazing, I'm so glad that I married you." You blushed and slapped his hand away, it was true you had married him young, you were about to turn twenty, and he was just turning twenty-one. The two of you had the same birthday so you decided to get married on that day.
"Damn it's hot," you waved your hand trying to create a breeze. Since being pregnant you experienced what it felt like to be old, with the hot flashes and limited moving around.
"Here's your drinks," before the woman could put the drinks down you had it in your mouth already drinking half of it. Alfred was digging into the sundae moving around the banana.
"Here (Name), say 'ah'," Alfred held out a spoon filled with ice cream and your favorite part, the cherry. You took a bite enjoying the sweet coolness flavor, never had an ice cream ever tasted so good.
It took you and Alfred less than ten minutes to devour the ice cream sundae. You were happily rubbing your stomach and talking to the baby asking if it enjoyed the treat. When the food came out you and Alfred were tying a napkin around you necks when you heard two women talking.
"Annie, didn't you start your diet this week?"
The woman, apparently named Annie, rubbed her flat stomach, "Yea, me and John are expecting," the two women squealed in happiness. You felt your heart drop. You looked over at Alfred who was stuffing his face inhaling his burger. You placed your fork down (that's right you're classy when you eat your burgers) and untied your napkin.
"Why aren't you eating (Name)?" Alfred looked up to see tears fall down your cheeks.
You quickly stood up knocking your chair over causing the people around you to jump, "Excuse me." You dashed out of the pavilion, with Alfred trailing behind you and ran into the parking lot to your car. You were sobbing and wiping the tears away while fumbling with the keys.
You felt a hand grab your arm, '(Name)! What are you doing?! Why are you crying?" Alfred looked like he was on the verge of crying himself.
You punched him hard in the shoulder, "You dumbass! You were suppose to help me with my diet!" you were fuming now. It was hard enough being pregnant and not having any control over your body, but when your husband acted like he didn't care about you or the babies healthy that made you pissed.
"I-I'm sorry (Name)!" Alfred stuttered.
You through your hands in the air, "You obviously don't care about the baby's health as much as I do! We're partners, we're suppose to help each other. I can't do this on my own Al, I don't want our baby to be sick because of my carelessness!" you were crying uncontrollably, you didn't care if people heard you.
Alfred embraced you into a hug, his strong arms crushing the wind out of you. "(Name) I am sorry! I can't believe how selfish I was," Alfred choked back a sob. "I'm suppose to be your hero. I-I'm sorry I made you feel alone, this is our baby," he pulled back and kissed your forehead. His lovely blue eyes were red and he was sniffling.
It made you sad to see the strong man you love with tears in his eyes, "You promise?" you sniffled wiping your nose.
"I promise. In fact, let me go pay for our meal and we can go get you a salad." You nodded and watched him run off with his wallet in his hand. You laughed and wiped your eyes. Although Alfred was an idiot, and careless about his surroundings you knew he passionately loved you and cared for you. When he came back, the two of you jumped into the car and drove off to a salad bar. For the rest of your pregnancy Alfred and you made healthy dinners at home, and occasionally went out to health happy restranuants. It made him happy to see you finally enjoying your pregnancy, now that he was there for you.
A/N: oh my gosh you guys this is gonna be so fluffy! Haha! I read one fanfic about pregnancy and thought that this would make a cute series :) I doubt it would get a lot of reads but I just want to write it for all you fluffy readers out there :P! Any request ^^?