Chapter 7

Here we are dear readers! Mood-Swings and Craving: Part 2! I'm sorry about the long wait. I had about a month of school left, and every teacher I have decided they wanted to make a HUGE project that took 2 weeks to do! Makes me glad summer's just around the corner! Sophomore year sucked and I'm glad it's almost over. Anyway, thanks again everyone for your encouraging and flat out awesome reviews! I really hope to see reviews like that again! Okay, let me shut up so you can read.

Jack sat at the dining room table, where an unopened box of peppermints laid. He put his skull in his hands and rubbed his temples, 'I just don't understand. She was happy when I got here, then I show her the candies, and she starts crying! Is this normal for pregnant women?' Jack just then realized he had no idea exactly what women go through during pregnancy. This is his first child; hell, this is his first marriage too!

'Maybe the doctor would know…. NO! I CAN'T DO THAT!' How awkward would that be? Hi, doctor. I hate to bother you, but why is your daughter being so moody and wanting Christmas candy? That was something else Jack thought of, 'Sally usually doesn't eat peppermint and gingerbread unless its Christmas time. Why does she want it all of a sudden? Oh, wait! I have a book over biology in the library!' Jack walked upstairs to the bedroom.

He paused and pressed his skull to the door; he couldn't hear Sally moving around, maybe she went to sleep. He opened the door slowly to see his wife, already in her nightgown, sleeping soundly at her sewing table. Jack smiled and creped over to Sally; not wanting the creaking floorboards to wake her.

Her table was covered in baby clothes, mostly black onesies. Since they wouldn't know if their baby was going to be a boy or girl until it was born, she would be upset taking her time making dresses if they had a prince!

Jack smiled to himself again at the thought. He gently picked Sally up into his arms and carried her to their bed. Pulling the blanket to her chest, Jack kissed her forehead and whispered, "I love you…"

Sally stirred slightly, but didn't awaken. A soft smile creped to her stitched face.

Jack sighed happily and then remembered why he came upstairs in the first place. He walked over to the book shelf and grazed his finger over the spines of the books, looking for a certain book. 'Ah, here it is.' He pulled the Biology book from the shelf and took it over to his chair. He sat down and flipped through the pages, trying to find the chapter over pregnancy. When he finally found it, he began to read,

Mood swings are most common during the first trimester and towards the end of the third trimester. In the first trimester, the mother's body is undergoing rapid changes as it prepares to provide a home for the growing fetus. These changes can trigger all three of the main causes for mood swings. Late in the third trimester, the same applies, but in addition, the emotional stress of preparing for labor and delivery along with the subsequent lifestyle changes can also play a role. This is very normal for the mother to have mood swings and unusual foods; it's a sign that the baby is healthy and developing properly.

'So… this is normal?' Jack felt a wave of relief wash over him; at least he knew that Sally and the baby weren't sick.

Sally stirred and opened her eyes slowly. She yawned and looked around. She didn't remember coming to bed, and then she thought of Jack. She frowned; she was so rude and… moody to him; and she didn't even know why see was. 'He's probably angry with me. I deserve it.' She thought as tears brimmed her eyes and let out a small sob.

Jack looked up to see his wife with little tears streaming down her face. He jumped up, letting the book fall to the floor, and rushed to her side, "Sally, my Sally, please don't cry. Shh now. I'll try to make it all better."

She lifted her hand to brush away some tears, looking deep into his black sockets, "Jack, how can you even stand to be in the same room with me?"

His brow went up in shock, "Sally, what would make you say that?"

"I was so rude to you earlier. For God's sake, I screamed at you because I wanted gingerbread! You must be so angry with me! I'll sleep in one of the guest rooms if you want me to, until you say I can come back to the bedroom." She began to get up.

Jack wrapped his arms tightly around her, bringing his trembling hand to her face, "No, no, no! I'm not angry with you; not at the least! You don't have to leave our bedroom if you don't want to. I mean, you're more than welcome to, but I don't want you to leave."

Sally buried her face into Jack's chest, still sobbing greatly, "I'm so sorry, Jack. I have no idea what came over me! I'll make it up to you anyway I can, just please say that you'll forgive me."

"Shh…" he said softly, "There's nothing to forgive, my love." He stopped himself when he comprehended what she said, "Sally, you really have no idea what went on?"

She shook her head and whispered, "No…"

"I have something that might answer that for you," he got up from the bed and retrieved the book that fell into the floor. "Would you like me to read it to you?"

Sally smiled softly and shook her head, "I'll manage. Thank you, darling." She grabbed the book from him.

Jack smiled, "You're welcome, sweetheart. I'm going to change into my pajamas, if you need me, just call." When she nodded, Jack began to search for his night clothes in the drawer. He pulled on a pair of black velvet pajamas, some that Sally made for him right after they got married. When he saw Sally put the book down with a satisfied look on her face, he walked back over to the bed and got underneath the covers with her. "Did that answer any questions you had?" he asked kissing her forehead.

Sally nodded, "Yes it did. I'll try to make it as bearable for you as I can."

"Don't worry about it. The book said it's a very good sign," Jack's fingers grazed her stomach through her nightgown, "It means that you and the baby are healthy and he or she is developing properly." His smile grew at the soft kick against his hand.

Sally smiled when she as well felt their baby kick. She placed her hand on top of Jack's, "Not much longer…" she whispered.

He nuzzled his skull in her hair and then laid back on the bed, pulling her with him, "Goodnight, my queen."

"Pleasant nightmares, my king."

YEAH! DONE! My mom told me she craved Christmas candy when she was pregnant with me, which is why I'm having Sally do the same. My dad would always say, "Do you know how hard it is the find a gingerbread house kit in July?" HAHA! If you have any suggestions or ideas for later chapters, PLEASE PM or review! PLEASE! R&R!

With Love, TLPP112495

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN JACK SKELLINGTON OR SALLY; THEY BELONG TO THE GENIUS THAT IS TIM BURTON!