Okay, let's see how Anna-Maria and Artemis react to the cravings she gets! As always, please be so kind as to review!

Artemis frowned in his state of half-awareness as he realized that Anna-Maria was not in the room with him. Opening his eyes slowly, Artemis blinked as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. He sat up slowly and turned the light on, wondering if Anna-Maria had gone to the bathroom. No, Anna-Maria wasn't in the room or the adjacent one.

Artemis stifled a yawn as he pondered where Anna-Maria could be. "Hmmm…a twenty-one year-old woman who is three and a half months into her first pregnancy which happens to be a dual birth…she has to be in the kitchen!"

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Anna-Maria cringed as Artemis turned the kitchen lights on. "Ouch, Artemis, don't attract too much attention! Angeline, Timmy, and the twins may be disturbed by the light."

Artemis frowned and turned most of the lights off, leaving the one nearest to Anna-Maria on. "I'm assuming that by 'the twins' you are referring to Davy and Diana. What's going on? Are you having –"

"I feel like eating a combination of kiwi and peanut butter."

"cravings." Artemis finished as he opened the refrigerator and took out the jar of peanut butter and a kiwi. Sighing, he took a knife and cut the kiwi into slices, which he placed in a bowl of peanut butter and handed to Anna-Maria.

She took it gently and kissed his cheek. "Thank you, Artemis; you're the best husband anyone could have."

Artemis smiled wearily and, after a few minutes, took the bowl back from her. "Anything else?"

Anna-Maria frowned slightly. "Are you sure you won't mind?"

"Darling, you're my love, my wife; how can I mind?"

Anna-Maria but her lip before replying, "Okay…I – I feel like having some ice cream, coffee flavor."

Artemis opened the freezer and looked inside. "Hmmm…we only have mint-chocolate chip."

"Oh. It's okay; I'll just –" Anna-Maria's voice trailed off as Artemis grabbed his jacket from his hook and wrapped himself in it. "I'll just – what are you doing?"

Artemis turned to her with a half-grin on his face as he held his hand out to her. "We're going to get you the ice-cream you want. Get your jacket, and we'll go."

"But – it's just a silly craving. And where can you get ice-cream at three A.M.?"

Artemis took her hand and pulled her through the door. "I was conducting research a few days ago."

Anna-Maria stopped and raised an eyebrow at him. "Let me guess; you were anticipating that I was going to have odd cravings like ice-cream in the middle of the night?"

Artemis's grin was complete now. "How did you know?"

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Anna-Maria sighed for the umpteenth time. "Artemis, really, it's three fifteen A.M. These cravings are supposed to happen; I don't have to give in to them."

Artemis just steered the Bentley till he found what he was looking for. "There it is; this ice-cream shop is open twenty-four hours."

"Why?"

"One reason; pregnant females plus cravings equals more business. It's a simple equation, really."

"Everything consists of a simple equation to you, Artemis. Let me guess what the one for pregnancy is; conception plus nine-month gestation period equals infants." Anna-Maria replied.

Artemis grinned. "Actually, that doesn't sound half bad."

Anna-Maria smacked him in the shoulder. "How immensely impolite! Don't talk like that in front of the twins!"

Artemis frowned. "Diana and Davy aren't anywhere near here."

"Not your twin siblings, Arty, our twins. Angelina and Artemis can hear what you're saying."

"How can they hear what I'm saying while they are in your womb?" Artemis asked as he parked the Bentley.

"Babies can sense and hear everything in the womb, Artemis."

He turned to her with a serious expression. "Do you have anything to support that statement?"

Anna-Maria frowned at him. "Artemis, when you're a mother, you just know these things. I don't know how I know, I just do."

"Sure, just like you knew that you were expecting before we got the medical report back from that Haven doctor. You just fainted from happiness and fatigue." Artemis retorted. "This shop should have a drive-through area. You wanted coffee flavor, right?"

"Yes, but why a drive-through? I can come in with you; I'm not about to let myself get kidnapped or anything! I doubt a kidnapper would want a pregnant woman vomiting all over his possessions anyway. I'll be fine in the car…but I'll come in with you."

"Why?"

"I want to."

"I still don't know why."

Anna-Maria leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Was that reason enough for you?" She asked, a smile playing about her lips.

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Anna-Maria sat down at the kitchen table as soon as they returned to Fowl Manor. "Are you still craving something more?" Artemis asked.

"Well, yes. But I don't want to burden you."

"You'll burden me if you won't tell me what it is that you want."

"Artemis, I feel like eating barbecue potato chips with strawberry yogurt."

"You want to eat fried potato slices that are barbecue flavored and dipped in strawberry yogurt? Am I the only one seeing something wrong with that picture?"

"Artemis, please?"

He sighed. "Very well. As grotesque as that sounds, I will get you –" He swallowed uncomfortably. "Barbecue potato chips with strawberry yogurt."

"Thank you, Arty. Oh, and can you also get me some pomegranates and some lollipops?"

"Pomegranates, dear? You do know that I will be able to find ripe ones at this time only in Saudi Arabia?"

"You have a car."

"And lollipops? I thought you hated them."

"Normally, yes. But pregnancy makes one crave things they usually have no taste for." She replied. "Please, Arty? It won't take you very long. Only…" Anna-Maria looked at her watch. "Seven and a half hours by LEP shuttle. Or you can just take a plane and get there in twelve hours and be back in another twelve. Cherry and strawberry lollipops only, please."

"Uh…of course." Artemis replied as he put his jacket back on and muttered, "Oh, the things I do for you."

"I beg your pardon?" Anna-Maria asked, frowning deeply.

"Nothing." He said quickly.

"That's what I thought."

Hmmm…what should I make the next chapter about? Someone tell me! I need more ideas for the rest of the fic! Should I include a confrontation between Minerva and Anna-Maria in a later chapter?