2 months later...
"I WANT KFC!!!" I yelled at Adam who looked like he was about to pass out after getting me all sort of cravings I had wanted at 2 in the morning.
"KFC is closed at this time," he told me running his fingers through his hair. "I need KFC now!" I kept pushing him.
I was 2 months pregnant and from the very beginning of the pregnancy, I had been craving all sort of weird things. I usually hated fried chicken and never even went near it but now it was like it was a need. A matter of life or death.
"Ok ok fine I'll go look," he said getting the car keys from the table. "I'll be back soon," he took a deep breath and left.
Adam has been surprisingly amazing with the whole pregnancy situation. He begged me to keep the child even if I was already planning on it. I couldn't eve
