sakusa loved you with all of his heart, but he will never look at you the same way as he watched you eat pickles with cream cheese.
he knew about pregnancy cravings and how it varied from understandable ( see: even he sometimes crave a big mac in the middle of the night ) and . . questionable. like what you were currently doing and oh my god, did you just drank pickle juice with hot sauce?
"you want some?" you stopped chewing on your snack to ask him, who barfed at the idea of being near that damned pickle jar.
"i think i'm . . i think i'm good love." he hissed through his teeth as nice as he possibly could, not wanting to trigger one of your mood swings.
you hummed, taking another bite while caressing your baby bump. "good. it's not like i wanted to share it in the first place, our baby seems to like it as much as i do."
sakusa was terrified, his baby seemed to what?
