I really don't know where this chapter came from, but hey, it's here. Enjoy!
Sometimes food smelled amazing, and just made the person getting a whiff want some. However, the opposite was also true- sometimes the scent of things made people want to gag. Their stomachs churning as the smell invaded their personal space.
This was a big thing Haru had felt during her pregnancy. Her husband loved his fried foods, even so much that they'd made fried foods at home from time to time. The issue now was that whenever Haru was within a twenty foot radius of anything greasy, or fried, her stomach decided to mess with her.
Of course, this messed with her husband as well. He loved both, spending time with his wife and getting to eat his fried foods. The thing was finding a way to enjoy both of his loves.
He just didn't know how.
Another thing was how her tastes had gone to the dark side- at least in Reiji's mind.
She was addicted to vegetables now, and mix matching her food so that it no longer seemed edible to anyone else.
"Are you sure you want that?" The idol asked as he watched the soup she was making progress.
"Of course!" She'd cry out, turning momentarily away from her pot.
"It smells so bad though."
Haru would huff and grab a spoon, taking a bite before she'd get another spoonful and somehow force him into eating it.
There were two things Reiji could honestly say now.
1. Be wary of a pregnant woman's taste in food.
2. It would be better when their child was born.