“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” I asked already knowing the answer.
“I’m craving Rocky Road ice cream and we don’t have anymore,” she pouted.
“Ellery, it’s 11:00 pm. Do you really need it that bad?” I asked.
“I’m pregnant with your child and the child wants Rocky Road ice cream. What do you want me to do, starve the baby to death?”
“So what you’re saying is if I don’t go and get you Rocky Road ice cream, our baby will starve?”
She nodded her head and pushed out her bottom lip. “I’ll be right back,” I smiled as I nipped her lip.