"Babe, seriously?" Andy stared at her. She knew he'd do anything for her, and he would, without question, without hesitation. But was she really asking him to go to the store at 3am for Hot Tamales? He'd prepared for the pickles and ice cream cravings, but that wasn't happening. She wanted nothing to do with pickles, and didn't care about ice cream either.
She wanted Hot Tamales. And nothing was going to make her happy until she got them. "I need them, Andy." April rubbed her palm over the curve of her belly. "The baby needs them."
Andy groaned and kicked the covers back so he could sit up and slide to his feet. He'd never deny her anything. Not even a middle of the night run to the store for candy. Even if it was like the one candy Andy didn't like. He'd just have to get himself something that he did like while he was there.
He tugged a pair of shorts on over his boxers, hopping on one foot and tumbling forward, falling face first onto the bed. He grunted and pushed himself back up to his feet. April just shook her head, but she couldn't help but grin. Andy shoved his arms into a plaid shirt and jammed his feet into his shoes.
"Babe. Stop fooling around," April chided. "I'm dying here."
Andy scrubbed his hand over his face, fingers scraping against his jawline. He fell forward onto the bed and crawled up to the pillows. "Babe, I'm so sleepy."
"Andy!" April whined and shoved Andy's shoulder with both her hands. "Come on. You said you'd go now."
Andy sat up and slapped his cheeks with both hands. "I'm awake, I'm awake."
April leaned over, a hand on Andy's thigh. She kissed his lips, her other hand moving to caress the shell of his ear. "I love you, babe." Her hands moved to shove against his chest. "Now go."
"I love you too," Andy said, and lumbered to his feet. He stumbled toward the door, crashing into the door frame in classic Andy style. April just shook her head and blew him a kiss off her fingertips. Cravings were serious business.
