Sage’s P.O.V.
“Honey, what would you like to eat for supper tonight, sweetheart,” I whisper in my wife’s
ear.
“Hmmm, could we have pickles and cheese and meatballs, tonight
babe?” She says while yawning.
“Oh, ok, gross, but hey, you're the pregnant one, and I am here to satisfy you, honey,” I
say to her.
I am watching her looking at me, then pulling the sheet off of us, and before I could stop, she
starts to tickle me on my sides.
“That is not gross for dinner. You take that back, mister,” she giggles at me. “But
babe, it is what I want. It just hits the spot, hun,” she says.
“Ok, let’s get up and eat some breakfast. What do you want to eat, sweetie pie?” I asked
her.
“Sage, I want pancakes, eggs, hash browns, and toast with honey on it, babe,” she says,
while smirking.
“Wha
