<b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Taehyung:</b> Honey, it's really muggy outside today.<p/><b>Yoongi:</b> If I go outside and all our mugs are on the front lawn, I'm leaving you.<p/><b>Taehyung:</b> *sips orange juice from a bowl*<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>
Before getting pregnant, you thought that the stories you heard of getting random cravings in the middle of the night were total exaggerations.
But as you found yourself waking up at four o’clock in the morning with a strong desire for Froot Loops, you sighed in realization of how actual those stories had been.
Carefully climbing out of bed in hopes of not waking Spencer, you tiptoed your way into the kitchen and began to make your bowl of cereal as quietly as possible.
Once you were sat down at your dining table, enjoying the small bowl of cereal and mindlessly scrolling through your phone, you jumped in surprise at the groggy voice that came from behind you.
“Are you really awake and eating right now?”
“I’m pregnant,” you mumbled around the spoon you had placed in your mouth, “Cut me some slack.”
Chuckling softly, Spencer came to sit opposite from you. His eyes still heavy with sleep and his hair messily sticking up in all different directions, you couldn’t help but smile in adoration.
“I didn’t mean to wake you up,” you felt bad knowing that Spencer was to be at work in a little over two hours.
“It’s okay,” Spencer shrugged, “I mean, I guess I should get used to it.”
Swirling your spoon around the milk that had become dyed with colors, you smiled thinking about the four o’clock mornings to come, full of feedings and diaper changes.
“Will you still want to sit up and eat Froot Loops with me at the crack of dawn when you’re sleep deprived and covered in baby puke?”
Reaching over to take a hand full of cereal from the box, Spencer popped a piece into his mouth, “As long as it’s with you, I would do it at any hour.”
43. Frost the damn cupcakes.
From the moment that he woke up, Spencer had been in an overly affectionate mood. On most days, you would have reveled in his love, but with it being the same day as Garcia’s surprise party, you found yourself too busy to properly enjoy his mood.
Standing in front of the two dozen cupcakes that had just finished cooling, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist.
“Spencer,” you groaned, reaching for the piping bag you had previously laid out, “I need to get these decorated.”
“The party doesn’t start for another two hours,” his lips ghosted over your neck, “You still have time.”
“But I have to finish the cupcakes, and then get ready, and then we have to head over to Morgan’s place” your voice got softer and softer as Spencer’s lips trailed higher and higher up your neck.
Your resolve was beginning to weaken as Spencer hummed against your pulse point and spun you around to face him, however, you refused to give in.
“You know what I would love for you to do?” your lips grazed against his.
“What?” Spencer practically begged, bumping his nose against yours.
“I would love for you to…” your voice trailed off, knowing full well you were teasing him, “Frost the damn cupcakes.”
Taking the piping bag that you still held in your hand, you pressed it against Spencer’s chest and released yourself from his grip, quickly heading for the bathroom to get ready for the night, but not before you heard Spencer let out a frustrated groan.
51. I’m your husband. It’s my job.
“You were so over the line! That strike doesn’t count!”
The accusing tone that Penelope had pointed at Morgan was so serious that it had the whole team dissolved in laughter.
“I was not over the line, baby girl” Morgan smirked, sauntering back to his seat and crossing his arms behind his head, “In fact, I do believe that strike has put me in the lead.”
Prior to the start of this game, Penelope thought that wagering a bet on the last game of the night would make it a bit more interesting. The wager being that whoever was to get the highest score would get a round of drinks bought for them by whoever had the lowest score.
Glancing up at the leaderboard that hung overhead, you giggled upon seeing that in the final frame of the game, Morgan had in fact taken the lead while poor Penelope was losing by a landslide in comparison to everyone else.
“Don’t get too cocky, Morgan,” Spencer teased from his seat next to you, “Y/N isn’t trailing too far behind you.”
Spencer was right, all you had to do was get a strike yourself and you would have beaten Morgan by two points.
“Well, it’s a good thing that it’s your girls turn” confidence dripped from Morgan’s voice as you came to pick up the bright orange bowling ball you had chosen for the night.
“You’re going down, Derek” you winked, earning a chorus of cheers from the rest of the team who wished to see Morgan lose a sports game for once.
Making your way up the alley, you chucked your ball down the lane and crossed your fingers as it rolled towards the pins. In a flurry, the pins toppled into each other one by one until none were left standing.
The entire team, excluding Morgan, leaped from their seats and cheered louder than they had before. Spencer darted towards you as you came to rejoice with them, wrapping his arm around your waist and lifting you off the ground.
A joyous laugh left your lips as he spun you around, “I didn’t think that you’d be this excited for me to win.”
“I’ll always be excited to watch you succeed,” Spencer beamed, “I’m your husband. It’s my job.”
Cooing at the pride that Spencer showed to you, Penelope reached for her purse and a begrudging Morgan, “Alright, you lovebirds, let’s go get some drinks for our newest MVP!”