>>67034904>I gingerly place the platter in front of my wife. She's in her pajamas again today, stomach still prominently distended. She's due in less than two months. >Before I can even set the thing down fully she's at it, handfuls of almost scaldingly hot dino nuggets palmed right into her snoot. It'd be adorable if I wasn't worried about her burning her mouth or throat.>"Sweetie at least let them coo-">She hisses at me. I take a step back as she cranes her wings around the fresh nugs, greedily and loudly putting them away. I stand and watch, hoping she's well. I see her movement suddenly stop.>A few seconds pass and I hear a sniffle. >"Lucy?">Her wings gently return to neutral and I see she's crying, yet still eating.>"Anon...">I step to her and she uses her wing to tuck me close. She's been getting bad mood swings recently. Hormones are a nightmare.>"I love you so much. I'm so sorry I didn't-">I gently hug her as she still goes for handful after handful of the stuff. >"It's okay. I love you too. I know you're struggling." I assure her. She roughly plants her head right on me, heavy snuggles. Still doesn't even slow her nugget intake.>I just sit there and am an accessory to this nugget destruction, not daring to reach for one lest I offer a hand for my transgressions. Not but five minutes passed and the tray is cleaned. She's threatening to scrape the crumbs off it now too.>"You feel better?" She finally stops her food cataclysm and looks up to me, eyes still wet.>"Mhm." I get another tight squeeze, arm and wing in tandem.>"Anon...?" she's speaking into my chest as we hug.>"Yes, dear?">"...can you make me another?">I hum. "Of course. You have to let go first, though." she hesitates, finally deciding food is more important that cuddles for the moment. I step back into the kitchen racking up round four Fin
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You want this as a continuation of that story or it's own separate thing? If own thing I default to E2 Anon in Rock Bottom