Because someone had to do it: 12. “Chicken nuggets are my life! You can’t take the nuggets away from me.” For, uh, any pairing you think this could work for, really.
YOU. I’m flying back to California for the express purpose of FIGHTING YOU.
I don’t even know. Don’t ask. Just accept this monstrosity.
Idea kind of inspired by @inquisitorhotpants.
In the past years, Jihyun could say he’s seen many facets of his wife, from patient to exasperated to, on rare occasions, terrifyingly furious, most often in the face of some injustice that she bore witness to. He’s witnessed her supportive nature first hand and been lucky enough to receive her unwavering love, in spite of everything.
And yet… this is entirely new.
He crosses his arms, raising an eyebrow at the sight of her, sprawled on the couch in the family room with what looks like a veritable mountain of food piled on the plate next to her. She hardly looks up from her careful perusal of what he suspects is her third snack since lunch, only a few scant hours earlier.
Only the looming threat of a hormone-amplified tantrum stops him from making a quip about having married a hobbit.
Instead, he sits precariously beside her, a task made all the more difficult by the giant swell of her belly, and nods to her meal. “Who did you bribe this time?”
Even that innocent question is enough to earn him a scowl, though he supposes the fact that he hasn’t been kicked out of his seat is victory enough at this point, especially since he can’t stop a smirk from pulling at his lips when she sighs. “Carina.”
He blinks. “With…?”
He didn’t think it was possible for her scowl to deepen but she manages it nonetheless, even while still managing to sound somewhat sheepish. “Baby visitation rights.”
“Really?” Pointedly ignoring her noise of protest, he reaches out, snagging a piece of chicken and shaking it at her. “Nope. You manipulated your cousin into getting these for you so they’re being confiscated as of now. Besides, I’m pretty sure you’ve already eaten enough food, even for two.”
He’s half-expecting her to throw a fit, but when she only looks utterly put-out, he can’t help but laugh, which, in retrospect, he has to admit was a rather stupid move.
“How dare you? Do you know how uncomfortable it is to be stretched out like this? It’s like carrying around watermelon taped to your stomach or something. So don’t you dare! Chicken nuggets are my life! You can’t take the nuggets away from me.”
For another second, he can only blink in utter bemusement as his brain processes her words. Then, he simply rises to his feet, gives her the chicken nugget with all due solemnity, and hastily exits the room before bursting into uncontrollable laughter.