You woke up with a small groan.
You weren't sure why you woke up, exactly, but it wasn't a good thing. You and your new husband, Kiku, were summer camp councilors and you need all the sleep you could get.
Speaking of Kiku, the small Japanese man beside you sat up.
"[Name]? Are you arright?"
You frowned. You had been hoping to not wake him up.
"I'm not sure."
"Is it the baby?"
You were 4 months pregnant, and Kiku was more protective with you now that you were carrying his first born.
Your stomach growled, and it hit you.
"Ah. Okay, okay. I'm getting up," you muttered. After you first felt kicking, you had taken to the habit of talking to your baby.
"[Name]?" Kiku sounded extremely confused as to why you were talking to yourself, and it dawned on you he must have never heard you talk to the baby before.
"Nothing. I'll be back in a second."
You stood and made your way to the cooler that kept the emergency stash of food you had brought with you in case of this situation - food cravings in the middle of the night.
"Nope. Nope. No way...Nuh-uh..." you muttered, tossing food behind you - a jar of peanut butter, a stick of regular butter, a bowl of mac-and-cheese, odd things like that - before you found what you were looking for.
Holding your prize triumphantly - and somewhat possessively - you made your way back to your bed that Kiku was sitting on, looking at you quizzically.
You shushed him as you sat down on the edge of the bed and ripped open the box, then grabbed a package and ripped that open.
Kiku picked up the forgotten box and read the brightly coloured title aloud, obviously confused.
"Fruit by the...foot?"
"Yup." you said, between bites of the children's food.
"Why are you eating this, [Name]?"
"No idea. Baby wants it, I guess."
You finished the snack soon enough and stared at the box, trying to decide whether or not you wanted another one.
Kiku noticed your intense stare on the box, and offered it towards you. He had learned earlier in your pregnancy to not deny you foods you were craving. It ended horribly.
"Nah, I'm fine," you decided. Kiku returned the box to its spot and laid next to you. His eyes were still open and on you, but you saw the want/need to sleep in them. You didn't blame him; the teenagers at this camp wore both you out.
"Go to sleep, Kiku," you mumbled. He nodded uncertainly and shut his eyes, his breathing deeping. Your husband had this amazing ability to fall asleep as soon as he let himself.
You waited precisely 120 seconds - 2 minutes - before squirming your way against his side. With your ever-growing baby bump, it was getting more and more difficult to do this every night, but it helped you sleep to feel his strong heartbeat underneath your head. Kiku was becoming more and more open to showing affection through touch - you were pregnant after all - but little acts like this were still almost beyond his grasp.
So, you had taken it upon yourself to...broaden his horizons.
Ah well. It helped you sleep.
You were about to settle and (attempt to) fall asleep when an arm draped itself across you.
"Aishiteru, [Name]." A quiet, familiar voice whispered.
Kiku never talked in his sleep.
You smiled, blushing a little bit.
"I love you too, Kiku."