#Chapter199

Things have reached a whole extra level of crazy

Alex

I went into my last trimester and was getting antsy. The babies kicking and moving up a storm, making comfort impossible, as was sleep. I used Ryan as a body pillow to give me support. The top thing my husband is cuddly.

My cravings got stranger by the minute and sending him to a store run at two in the morning was normal. I remember one night I woke up and turned on the light next to the bed. I turned to him, “Ryan, I want ice cream and chips.”

“Now,” he asked in a half-asleep tone.

“Yes, please,”...