Another one.
"Ichigo." A soft voice whispered.
No answer.
"Ichigo." The voice said a bit louder.
Again, no answer.
"Ichigo."
"Ugh. Orihime, I'm sleeping." The tired Shinigami said, looking at the digital that read ten fifty.
"I know." Ashamed of waking her husband so late. "But I'm really hungry."
"Then go to the kitchen and make something to eat."
"But I was in a mood for vanilla and chocolate ice-cream with strawberry slices, sprinkled with cookie crumbs and smothered with hot fudge ." Her mouth salivating as she describe the sugar treat. "and there's non downstairs."
Ichigo turned around to face Orihime, thoughts of getting any sleep gone. "The stores are probably close. Can you eat something else?"
"I would but," Orihime's cheeks burning as she rubbed her enlarge belly. "the girls were looking forward for the ice cream instead.
"I guess I have no choice." He grumbled, getting, regrettably, off his bed and heading out of their room.
"I love you." She called out to him with a smile.
"I know." He answered back.
Well, at least she's craving more normal foods now.
Have a nice day.