“I told you it was worth it,” Xyla said proudly as she licked the remaining frosting from her fingertips.
It was late, later than she expected and far too late for anyone to be driving home from New Jersey for a box of donuts. Their night had begun innocently enough. The cooked dinner, she hopped in the shower and were just about ready to head to bed when she scrolled past a photo of donuts in varying unusual flavours such as maple bacon, orangesicle, strawberry cheesecake, s’mores and one simply called Fruity Pebbles. Since then Xyla had spent and hour drooling over grommet donuts littering instagram feed and fifty minutes begging Asher to get out of bed and to make the trip with her. Because if there was one thing universally known about pregnancy, it was that once the cravings hit there was absolutely no backing out. Could they have driven down the street for a donut? Absolutely. Could they have waited until the morning? Definitely. But much to her surprise, Asher had agreed to their trip and they were now on the way back to Manhattan with a two dozen donuts, a very happy baby mama and surely, a sleepy baby daddy.
“Baby, open your mouth. You’ve gotta try this one,” Xy hummed, opening the box again and picking up one of the donuts topped with a giant marshmallow. “She kicked a lot when I finished this one off so I think it’s her favourite thus far. Orangesicle was a close second.” @writtenbyhaley