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Her cravings were getting weird, and even heavier than she cared to admit, but when Hunter returned home from the supply run, she pulled herself off the couch and joined him at the counter, looking at him with the softest glowing smile she could muster up. Penelope leaned into him and pecked a kiss on his cheek. âThank you for all of this. I donât know what Iâd do without you.â She paused a moment, as she started digging into the bags. âItâs not all that bad. Come on, youâve never wanted to try a pickle in nutella?â
Hunter started to empty one of the bags, placing jars and containers on the counter. A small smile came across his features as she kissed his cheek, happy to oblige even if his stomach didnât understand how she could eat both together. âYouâd have to go to the store yourself, and that would be a tragedy. Mostly on your wallet with all the food you might buy.â He joked, looking over the pickles and nutella. He liked the latter, but not in the way she indulged in. âNope, definitely not. I hate pickles, theyâre disgusting. Why would I want to ruin something as perfect as nutella with a pickle?âÂ









