Eli's POV.

I woke up to Clare screaming. Damn. Yesterday was hectic, not again, no more mood swings. Then Clare screamed in pain and agony. I ran to her, she had cut her finger, tiny cut. She saw me through her tear filled eyes and held her finger to my face.

"Kiss it make it better, Eli?"

I kissed it and she jumped into my arms. I looked over at the counter, Pickled relish on a doughnut, sprinkled with sardines. Yuck. Crap Cravings.

"Eli I want to eat in the bedroom."

"OK my love and I guess you'll be eating your Pickled relish and sardine doughnut?"

"Yup."

I carried her and her "snack" to the bed. It smells so gross I want to hurl! I set her down and she bit into the doughnut, I'd had it I sprinted to the toilet and began to puke. Clare walked in.

"Eli? Are you okay? Is it my snack?"

I lifted my head to talk but I only managed to puke on the floor and she ran. I finished puking and mopped the floor and took a shower.

"Eli! I want pickles and gingersnaps and orange soda!"

Ugh to the store I go I mean she's cute when she's pregnant but she's weird though she's my Clare. I got her what she wanted and fixed her a tray. As soon as she got it she put the pickles and gingersnaps into the orange soda. Blech. I left to get a beer and I came back and she jumped me and we did it yet again.

"Are you trying for triplets miss Clare?"

"Nope, you're just extremely Sexy."

Then she left naked and came back with chocolate, fish sticks, and strawberry ice cream.

How the hell could that taste good?