Where Wendy has to deal with Irene’s pregnancy cravings

 

 

Wendy was arching her back after wiping the island table. Since she’s been bending quite far long, you could hear some cracks as she tilted her neck to the side, slowly rubbing her shoulder. It has been a rough week. No scratch that, it has been a rough month. Scratch that again, actually it’s been quite rough months for her and apparently a certain someone isn’t making it any easier. Why, you asked? Well, let’s see. Remember PMS Irene? Yea, who could forget that when all Wendy had to go through her very unpredictable mood swing every month. Now it’s likely different.

 

 

Irene is pregnant

 

 

Oh, we all know well that a pregnant woman is much worse than a woman who is on PMS. It’s even harder when it’s Irene Bae`. But much worse when you’re Wendy, who had to deal with that for as long as she lives. Maybe, probably, this is the price she gets after always being a dumb character in certain majority fics-

 

 

“STOP BREAKING THE FOURTH ING WALL”

 

 

Oh , pregnant Irene is on the move

 

 

Moving on

 

 

Wendy threw the napkin near the kitchen sink, thinking of washing it later since she badly need a rest considering that she’s been doing all the cleaning and the house chores since she refused to make Irene do anything that could possibly harm the baby. It was a sweet gesture. But one, mostly because she cares a lot about Irene, and her family. Two, she knew that if Irene helped, the latter would get stressed up and tensed so easily. And we all know who the latter vent out her anger to when she’s battling with such emotions. And Wendy just wanna avoid that.

She entered the living room and slowly falls onto the huge couch with her arms lazily dangling at the very end of the arm rest. Wendy sighed

 

 

“How is it going?”

 

 

Wendy blinked one eye open, staring at the person sitting alone on the opposite couch casually flipping through her magazine

 

 

“Really Joy? You’re seriously going to ask me that?”

 

 

Joy giggled and shrugged her shoulders before gazing back onto her magazine

 

 

“Just a feeling like I should ask. Also because, it’s a funny situation” Joy shrugged

“Funny?” Wendy scoffed “I’m clearly suffering”

“Your suffering is my happiness”

“You’re not being a good friend right now” Wendy grunted

“Of course, because I’m siding my y best friend” Joy said

“You only say that because you wanna get on her good side”

“True”

 

 

Joy grinned and stuck her tongue out at Wendy making the latter roll her eyes at her. It’s funny how Joy was there to witness Irene’s PMS week and now she’s here witnessing another quirk of her best friend. Most likely, her weird behavior. Since pregnancy could come up with some crazy erratic mood swings

 

 

“How is she holding up?” Joy asked again

“Luckily, these past few days she hasn’t been that cranky. A bit grumpy, but it’s something that I can deal with” Wendy shrugged

“How about her cravings?”

“About that…”

 

 

Joy sensed something good after listening to Wendy’s tone. That tone always says ‘okay something juicy is about to come up’. But sometimes it’s not all juicy, some could be pretty ridiculous. Joy placed her magazine down on the coffee table and crossed her legs before grabbing a popcorn placing it in between of her thighs

 

 

“Where the did that popcorn come from?” Wendy asked

“It doesn’t matter. Continue”

 

 

Joy munched some popcorns in while her other hand signaling the tall girl to continue.

 

 

“Well, you do know that pregnancy comes with weird cravings right?” Wendy asked

“Wen, everyone knows that. I’m not stupid”

 

 

Wendy rolled her eyes

 

 

“It killed me at times when I couldn’t keep up with that. I legit had to go out in the middle of the night to get her some food just because she asked for it”

“You mean you just didn’t want her to snap at you” Joy said

“Exactly”

 

 

Wendy nodded as she runs her fingers through her hair, breathing her stress out of . Joy could only chuckle and munched in for another bite of popcorn

 

 

“So, what exactly happened?”

 

 

Joy questioned and Wendy stared

 

 

“Well….”

 

 

 

Flashback a month ago…

 

 

Wendy was sitting at the edge of the couch, currently massaging her wife’s feet as it has swollen completely due to her pregnancy. Irene had her head leaned back against the arm rest as she lets out a sigh. Unsure whether it’s a bad kind of a sigh or good kind of sigh since she was rather pampered by the brunette. Irene knew she had been going through some kind of a rough mood swings and her emotions were all over the place. And she felt guilty for those times she unintentionally venting out her anger at her poor wife who didn’t actually did anything wrong. But she couldn’t help it. She needed someone to blame. That’s just Irene

 

 

“Babe, what’s wrong?”

 

 

She heard Wendy’s voice rang out from below, staring at her with a concerned face. Irene pouted

 

 

“I’m fat…”

 

 

Irene replied while rubbing her belly softly and then stared at her swollen legs.

 

 

“You’re not fat, baby…” Wendy assured

“Wen, are you ing blind?”

 

 

There she goes again

 

 

Wendy was taken aback. But she kept shut didn’t want to add up more to the problem. Irene saw Wendy’s face changed and felt sorry for being cranky for no reason again

 

 

“I’m sorry...” Irene spoke

“…”

“I didn’t mean to lash out like that. I’m just-”

“It’s okay baby, I understand”

 

 

Wendy smiled at her. At times like this it made Irene wonder that, what did she do to deserve Wendy? Wendy is clearly too good for her. She lets out another sigh and rubbed her belly once again but this time, smiling down at it. She felt happy that she’s finally going to have a baby with Wendy. Moreover, she’s carrying Wendy’s child as they’ve decided to use Wendy’s eggs. The both of them managed to find a donor who has the exact same feature as Irene. Brunette, fierce eyes and skin tone leading more towards pale as Wendy has a darker skin. They wanted their child to look more like them which was why searching genes that are close to Irene’s features are somehow important

 

 

“Is the baby hungry?” Wendy said

“I can’t tell whether it’s the baby or me. But yes, someone’s definitely hungry” Irene laughed

“You’re eating for two of course you’re hungry” Wendy chuckled

 

 

Irene lets out a tired smile and leaned her head back once again

 

 

“So, more fruits?” Wendy asked as Irene had only been craving for fruits lately. Specifically, mango. Because they’re just so damn good

 

 

Irene knitted her eyebrows together, slightly pouting her lower lip and shook her head while staring at her lover

 

 

“No, I’m not feeling for fruits this time”

“Oh….” Wendy replied almost sighing

“What does that tone supposed to mean?” Irene glared<