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Tony couldn’t help the sudden attack of nerves when he came home and found Stephen in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and eating something. Food had become a minefield as the pregnancy advanced.
Stephen caught sight of him and smiled. “Hey Tony,” he greeted his partner, and proceeded to dip something in the strawberry yogurt cup he was holding. When he stuffed it into his mouth, it crunched.
“Hey.” Tony made his way into the kitchen and kissed Stephen on the cheek before glancing down at the box sitting open on the counter. Saltines. Stephen was dipping saltines in strawberry yogurt. “Okay, give one here,” he said warily.
“Tony, you really don’t have to do this,” Stephen said, nevertheless handing over a cracker. “My body is craving these things, yours isn’t.”
“I said I wanted to understand what you were going through as much as I could,” Tony insisted. He dipped the saltine and peered at it for a moment.
“This tastes good to me right now,” Stephen said. “It’s not the same experience if you hate it.”
Tony closed his eyes and jammed the yogurt covered cracker in his mouth. Ugh. Those two tastes were not meant to be combined. His face screwed up even as he chewed and swallowed. He took the glass of orange juice Stephen handed him gratefully and swigged it down as fast as he could. “God, that really makes me worry about what’s going on in your body.”
Stephen just laughed.