The Cravings.
"What are you feeding my baby, Mi Amor?" I rolled my eyes and continued to sink a grape into the pickle jar before biting into it. When it touches my taste bud, I moan. I watched Xavier's disgusted face when he looked at me eating. I frowned.
"Why are you looking at me like that? If you want to taste this, go ahead, but stop looking at me like a creep," he shook his head before moving closer.
"This looks disgusting, how can you eat this thing? And how can you feed my son this disgusting thing, that you call food." I rolled my eyes. He is unbelievable.
"How can you say we are having a boy?" I asked, lifting an eyebrow. He simply shook his head.
"I just know. You can tell, it's a father’s prediction" I huff and took another bite of my grape.
"Stop eating that, it's not
